I closed my eyes
and counted to ten
but you wouldn't play.
why hide
when you could never be
but here?
reflected in your dark eyes
I seem so small.
and later
while you slept
the air thickened
with all of the questions
I could never ask.
in a tiny apartment
with too many mirrors.

Paul David Mena
12 May, 1996
Stillwater, MN

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