How far did he go?
How long did he try?
He doesn't even know,
If any of it mattered.

I saw him today,
Flashed him a smile,
Sent him on his way,
through the mirror.

At work to clear his mind,
12 hours of work, exhausted,
Trying to leave memories behind,
Always easier said than done.

And yet I am still here,
Greeting him in the mirror,
Sharing hope and fear,
Reminding him there's a tomorrow.

He'll go to bed, unsettling dreams,
Wake then Work, trying to forget,
Depression ripping at his seams,
Exhausting himself more and more.

This morning he stopped to have a look,
Stopped and studied me a moment,
"Maybe we'll start a new chapter in our book",
Perhaps he doesn't hate me after all.

He tries to be happier now,
Maybe he didn't need her.
He'll be fine if he'll just allow,
Himself to embrace the future.