Week 39

We are on opposite sides
Of this mirror.
Do you look for me
As often as I look for you?
Do you watch me as I kiss him?
Do you watch as his hand
Gently traces circles on my back
And his lips find the back of my neck?
Does your heart break a little?

I look for you among the shadows
The cracks
The moonlight in the dark of night.
I hope to glimpse you
And see you happy,
You and your little family.
I wish I could have known you
On my side
Or yours
I guess we inhabit two different planes
And although you're not here
The amount of space you occupy
In my soul
Is overwhelming.

But we are on two different continents
Two different planets
Two different planes.
And he kisses me goodnight
And holds me until I fall asleep.
The way things are
Maybe the way things should be.