Mirrored
My sadness is in the slumping of your shoulders
And your resignation is in the bowing of my head
Regret pours from your listless palms
Set open on your lap
And a mirror on the wall that's opposite the one you face
Reflects your self-preservation back in the image of my gaze
Yet the chasm of a mattress that sprawls between us
Though one could crawl, no one is able to traverse
The things we've done but didn't do
The awful things we've said
The reasons used to justify the lies that cripple care
Dash out even thoughts that try to bridge the gap through there
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