Walking past a reflective surface
Out of the corner of my eye
I see your face
Your form
I look again
And see only my own
What am I supposed to do with that?
Sitting with a book
Or waiting in traffic
My nails click against each other
Just like yours used to
What am I supposed to do with that?
It’s been half a decade
And I still find myself looking for you.
How am I supposed to move on
When I see you every time I look in the mirror?
What am I supposed to do with that?