From a mirror none can see
his reflection stares
a starving copy of myself
with sunken eyes
and dark hollow cheeks.

He picks at old scabs
on his pockmarked face
while my hands
remain by my sides
fists clenched.

His eyes twitch
grey lips whispering
dark prophecies
while my mouth
remains silent.

He's like a tweaker
or a dope fiend
but no pill or powder
or god filled syringe
eases his jones.

His pleading eyes stare
as I turn my back
and walk away
whispers trailing behind
like a comet's tail.