A.W. Books & Poetry

Did I see you there,

In silvery mirrors on a painted drywall slab?

You stood with me,

You held me,

A singular specter of the past.

Did I see you there?

You traced my arms,

A familiar feeling,

Spelled out what’s carved in the scars,

A reminder of perpetual healing.

Did I see you there,

In the enigma of my head?

Recited conversations

That almost left me dead,

Hushed tenderly from the thick, tar abyss.

Did I see you there,

Sealed with a hiss?

A welded locket with a mirror inside,

The picture of intimacy,

Silver and glass coffin of time.

I saw you there in that reflected frame,

A carbon copy in physical chains,

Because you were someone I used to know,

You used my skin to breathe,

And I saw you there looking back at me.

~Annalise