using those words
familiar
as the spark blows
across your mind
igniting the fire
that began
it all
She's your reflection again
using all of the bits
you buried
or pretended you did
under layers of dullness
years of the nothing void you hid in
that accumulated into
reruns of your mind that
the picture sitting
on your mantle of pride
now holds
the ghost
of fascination
constructed from the mold of you
that now suffers
because
in the mirror
all she sees is
you
running
away.
