I've never liked
looking in the mirror.
Something about the reflection-
there-
never suited me.
That face couldn't be mine,
could it?
So today when
I felt your heart beating
in my chest
I wondered
at the strangeness of your particular rhythm
and how it beats so perfectly within me.
One day, maybe,
when time slants sideways
again
we will escape back into-
whatever it was-
we were before