Mirror

sunrise rambling

I dreamt of you last night,
at least an anticipatory glance of you.
I also met your mother too
and she really loved me. 
You and I never spoke there either.

You had long hair in my dream
(I don't think you ever did)
and I only saw glimpses of you through
grocery store aisles. 
Now I wonder if we ever passed by one another
when I was awake. 
You were here,
and I never knew you.
I'll never know you
through anything more than my own jawline,
my skin, my eyes,
your obitiuary photo, the mirror,
and my mother's memories.

I think the most loving act you could do
was leave it alone. 
Now I carry on your legacy
of leaving it alone.

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