MIRROR

the mirror
holds your face
unwilling to let it go

refusing
to believe
you can be dead

all the many yous
it got to know
the daily tasks of morning

here you brush your teeth
here you shaving
here you cutting yourself

we tidy up your flat
the bric-a-brac of you
all that's left to us

how unbelievably painful
the tiny things  are
a book forever left unread

a single shoe
the lost shoe
kicked under the bed

our cards
our letters
to you

and when I come back
into your bathroom
the mirror has lost you

the mirror
has let you go
in a flash of sunlight

now it only shows me
me
the agony of my grief