MirrorFace

The mirror face looks so different
than her heart says she feels
but she has no time,
no time to think
to realize it's true,
the mirror spells denial

And as the mirror fades
back into her mind
and the day has fallen
her face falls with the dark
and the drink in her eyes
says she wants to cry

The walls speak the lonely
her whole day had gone by
just serving as distraction
She shuts her eyes, imagines
that people in the photographs,
and their voices, are all around her

With a breath on her neck
she dares not open her eyes
But the breath is gone
before she can think to look
And so, the noise of silence
clangs on through the house...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010