Somebody said something about you today,

and I was momentarily mistaken

in thinking their words

were actually about me.


It made me think that perhaps you and I

are far more similar than we may appear to be.


Maybe, just maybe,

our lives reflect one another,

like sad, shiny mirror images,

pretending they are what they ought to be.


I soon remembered that I was never any good

at keeping a mirror, pocket or otherwise,

without accidentally smashing its surface,

the tiny silver shards eventually struggling free.



7 years bad luck multiplied  

by god knows how many times

honestly seems to explain a lot,

and I can't help but wonder

if you had the same problem as me.


None of this matters really,

because even in a mirror in which you can still see

identical images are incapable of touching one another

despite how similar they may be.