He is her mirror, The one she stands before Whether things are good or bad. Until she walks away, She doesn’t understand The cracks spreading Across her face, Ignoring the obvious She applies more makeup. Though she’s gone, Her presence lingers, Soon to follow.
In front of her mirror, She could speak as freely As she wanted, Be seen for who she is. In front of family and friends, She’s quiet, Acting out of appearance, Ignoring the space, she thought Was empty.
She doesn’t think about it Until a friend brings it up. Talking about her own love life, A place she feels secure. Her friend’s smile, big and bright, While she speaks. She thinks of him, Her mirror. No matter how bad she feels. He finds a way To make her feel better. If something is off, He’s quick to point it out. He’s always there when She needs him. She never had to speak To be seen when he was around. The only place she only felt whole. The cracks on her face shows