The Looking Glass

As the wind began
to mature outside
antlers would invade
like branches
limbs
that crushed through
these walls
that I call home

A face clouded
by sadness

Cooling
memories of you

They eventually went away
without leaving
any permanent
or visible scars tattooed
on my imagination

But if we listen
close enough
we’ll see that
the looking glass
loved us

And gave us back
our bodies