In the mirror
It was his right hand
Brushed the hair from her eyes
So she'd see him fully
With his heart open wide
And he tried to say it out loud
But his words were all turned around
In the mirror
It was his left hand
He brought to her mouth
And to his reflection
Blew a kiss that she found
In the silence of a stare
Standing there
In the mirror
At the window
Came the tapping
Of melting snow
Dripping down from
The shingles in an even flow
In time with a simple sound
Of something turning around
Turning around
A,a,a,a, a,a,a,a
A mirror

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