Regret

As a youth, you were beautiful

you didn’t need a mirror to tell you that

you didn’t need to transcend

I did that for you.

 

Your earlier face, that asymmetric face

was the one I knew best;

with the nose offset,

thanks to the playing field.

 

Then the glass came between us

between me and you

there was something on the other side

I couldn’t see beyond.

 

When the time came, when your turn came

and you found me again, questioning

I couldn’t reflect you back

I couldn’t be flawless.

 

When age, that cruellest vicissitude

found you,  and took you away

leaving only a framed emptiness,

I had to find a braver face.

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