The mirror

They held hands,

Long walks in the evening,

Played in the park,

Rode swings together,

One could hear her giggles clearly,

Loud and innocent,

For years it continued,

He was her best friend,

And one day,

She saw them together,


Looking at the mirror shocked,

She was standing alone,

No one beside her,

But she could hear him chuckle,

She chuckled back,

Moved ahead,

Holding hands,

Thinking the mirror is lying…..

One thought on “The mirror

  1. Wow! As someone who struggles with an extreme for of bipolar illness this really hit home. The title attracted me to the poem and I was not expecting that. The notion that the main character almost chooses not to accept reality is painfully honest. Wonderful!

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