A two a.m. reflection dazes me, as
if this is me:
If this is me, I,
still remember to never forget you, too.
If this is me, you know.
You know I think about you,
wondering meanwhile, how am I.
If this is me, speaking clearly in private
unable to let gravity pull those words
into and out from my mind.
If this is me, walk softly: dance
around my reflection with your eyes.
Tread the water that fills mine
and float slowly out of sight if
this is me,
just know that patience drifts
on with the two forevers that
have haunted me since I realized
it is me not you.