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Missing Reflection

As the now cracked mirror reveals the tinted black tear racing down my face, I replay the thought of you letting go of my hand for the very last time. When the words I'm sorry rolled off your tongue, wrapping around my neck. I turned to the mirror and threw whatever was in my hands while watching your shadow walk out of the door behind me, where I now sit, defeated, waiting for your reflection to reappear.

Missing Reflection

As the now cracked mirror reveals the tinted black tear racing down my face, I replay the thought of you letting go of my hand for the...