Mirror, Mirror

In the room there are dozens of mirrors.
            You see your reflection
            Mine stands next to yours.

In the room there are dozens of shattered mirrors.
            I see broken disjointed reflections
            My face a fractured puzzle.

In the mirror you see a wholeness
            Eyes
            Bright and eager for the new day.

In the early morning, mirror fogged with steam from your shower.
            I see sadness
            Heavy & unyielding

You in a towel, looking in the cleared space, my fingers on the edges,
            “You are so radiant.”
            Bending to kiss me.

I see the fog coming to claim me.
            Rivlets of blood, on the shards.
            Reflected in my eyes.