An Assortment Of Words

Unrequited Reflection

                 

Sometimes, I see shards of you in me,

Jutting out from under my reflection,

Like shiny fragments of shrapnel residue,

Residing, dormant, waiting to emerge and see

If the truth will unravel before I do.

A mutual knowing, muted by tactical acceptance,

Amplifying my anxious desire to give in to exposure,

Destroy daily recurrence behind crescent moon eyes,

And extract the deep buried debris of resemblance,

Because you left me myself to remember you by,

And I can't escape that, even if I try.