Maybe if I'm fast enough, I'll see her smile.
If I squint, maybe I can spot her happiness.
If I wave, she'll wave back, right?
If I'm happy she'll smile.
... Right?
But I see none of that.
A broken version of me stares back through the cracks of the mirror my fist collided with.
If I close my eyes, she'll be gone.
If I close my eyes, I lock my reflection away.
But that means I'll lock myself away.
Maybe if I'm fast enough, I'll catch her smile.
If I wave, she'll back,
right?
... Right?
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When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©
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