The world hasn’t shrunk one bit
As you’re still inside it,
Telling me things you’ve seen
With license plates and stars.

I have been waking up wrong
For the past ten years,
With my eye on the exit.

There’s no getting away,
Or I’d be far gone already.
I don’t know what happens now.

You and I share a great loss,
But I am the one telling this
To a bathroom mirror
In the city where you lie.

Image credit : Pierre Bonnard