Mirror Work
Every day finds its way back here not loudly not even deliberately just… without resistance the same words worn thinner each time they’re spoken until they barely resemble intention “we’ll be better” said like a habit not a promise and I hear it while it’s happening that’s the difference now nothing is hidden anymore not the pattern not the pause before it repeats not the moment where I could stop it and don’t there’s a quiet after not relief just the absence of movement plans get mentioned there softly as if saying them gently will make them real they settle like dust untouched exactly where they land I’ve kept pieces of proof that I meant something else fragments of plans versions of myself that almost existed they don’t feel like memories they feel like evidence of something that never fully happened you say my feelings need reigning that I stretch things too far that what I hold onto costs more than it gives maybe that’s true but the mirror doesn’t argue it doesn’t soften anything ...