I walked around the house quietly,
As you do when you've fought.
Like the first to show regret
Is the one who's lost.

She had gone to sleep
With tears sealing her eyes.
So I did not worry
That I'd wake her tonight.

I entered her kitchen,
Where I hadn't been for days.
I found her things and her marks,
Remembered the table light
And its easy sway.

Then I found that little mirror
That she keeps on the wall.
One she could check herself in,
But I was too tall.

I bent down a little,
Until I met my face.
Then I looked at the ground --
Now a much closer place.