Sunday, 3 June 2012
She called out, telling me to find a mirror.
So in the corner of the room I stood, my own reflection within sight.
The flower on the mirror became a recurring pattern –
the corner my own little cavern.
Tears fell, mingling in the water,
for I was at the bottom of the ocean.
The green hue clouded my view, and
submerged in colour, I said,
"I am no longer in love with you."