Our reflections were flawless
Carved to perfection
His reflection stands with mine
They look at each other but not back at us
We were there for just once
But they were not
reflections happier than we would admit
His reflection holds mine close
His perfectly sculpted reflection
Looks out at us
"Don't run"
"You're happy"
A reflection
of perfection
with perfect complexion
had an objection
and made a correction
to push us in the right direction
because he was a happy reflection
YOU ARE READING
I Can Still Taste the Strawberries
Short StoryA collection of stories from Important's 16th year of life
