Mirror

I am very lonely,

I let the floor hold me,

Let the records talk to me,

The house keeps me warm,

I let the mirror see me.

Plainly, for who I am,

In ways even I have yet to grasp.

I let my existence distract me,

From the life I have not lived,

From the time wasted,

From the what-ifs.

I let myself go,

Because there is no reason to

stay.

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