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A Miserable Mirror

I see a man

Sitting alone

With his head in his hands

Clearly

Miserable


And I debate

Going over and talking to him

But

I don’t do the right thing


Instead


I observe him from a distance

And write about him


Because


Looking at him

Is like looking in a mirror

And it makes me


Uncomfortable


Then


I become curious


If I make people

who look at me

from a distance


Uncomfortable too


I wonder

If some sad sucker

Looks at me

And see's


Himself


I look up from my laptop

And try to find him

But

He’s gone


I hope he is alright…


-C.H.

 
 
 

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