For Lovers in Opposite Sides of a Mirror – Poetry

Some nights, you scroll your phone, stare at a name
& wish your fingers could work faster than your brain.
Something beneath your ribs is aching, bleeding
& for every pulse, you feel bullets ripping you apart.

Times like this, you’re pinned to the rhythm of silence
With the weight of the world on your neck.
You can’t reach out. & somehow you wish they could help you
Fight the battles you’re running from.
You’re no coward, just scared of shrinking.

You know apology has a way of reducing body mass,
& you can’t be smaller than what you think you are.
But here, mirrors are opaque— you can’t see the other side.
& blind men are people too far from being around;
They make few but terrible mistakes.

You do not know what they are thinking, & you’re dying.
Your heart aches, it’s falling apart.
But it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.
You would rather let your ego stand, while you get buried in mud.