The rain fell earnestly as I go back to
the door that opened the room I had left
for so long, for fear and uncertainty.
I cannot see you.
There is nothing here but empty spaces,
and I let out a small sigh,
both of frustration and satisfaction. You had
always been my despair and my delight.
The silence, and coldness, that I see here,
coming back now, wreathed around
me like a long lost friend, as I see myself
reflected in the mirror we put up ourselves,
tiny, and broken as the last fragments of the mirror
fall into a crash… and I see the real me
pretending to be strong, pretending
what happened was not real.