I sometimes still think about the night
When you asked me if I was happy.
At the time, I got choked up.
I didn’t want to lie to you,
But I did.
I think you must’ve lied to me too,
Because you grimaced as you spoke,
And then asked about my poetry.
I didn’t show you any of it,
And you ran away.
So, I just wanted to tell you,
That today, I looked into my mirror
And I saw a stranger.
She was older than I am.
She didn’t clench her jaw
And she looked calm.
Her eyes were soft.
She was even beautiful.
I don’t recognize who I’ve become,
And I think that’s okay.
And now it’s springtime,
And I can’t seem to remember
That line Eliot wrote in the 20s,
The last 20s so to speak.
I think in these 20s everything is going to be green
And hyacinths grow for everyone
And nothing has been ruined.
We have both been so sad for so long,
And I just wanted to ask whatever God
Lives inside my mirror and in April:
Can I have five more minutes?
And I really hope it gives you five more too