rendezvousing with my reflection

i. infatuation

i knew not where she came from nor where she was to go,

but i knew that she would always be a part of me.

the world was full of many impermancies, but she would be forever.

like her origins she was a contradiction, a duality. 

the dream and the doom. the reverie and the reality.

i’d kiss her, looking for comfort and truth.

but she tasted like glass and the dust upon it.

ii. romance

even when she met my gaze, a faraway look would linger.

she was yearning for something, craving for eternity. 

she asked me if there was anything i was waiting for, too. 

i told her i was in need of no savior for i was my own.

she laughed when i laughed. she sulked when i sulked.

i was her, but she was not me.

i wondered if she stayed and watched whenever i turned.

iii. love

it was nice to see her smile. she said my joy was her joy.

i still thought she was hiding herself. 

she always concealed her mouth, covered her nose.

i told her i already knew everything about her. if i didn’t, one day i would.

when we meet again, i’ll have changed. she swore.

by all means, try. i said.

i left her without regret, for i knew when i returned she’d be waiting.