i do not know
which side of
the mirror
i find myself on

is he crazy
or did i get all of
the lucky disorders
does he smile more
have loved ones
is he content
in the mercurial
realm of reflections

is she there
holding his hand
as they talk
was he enough
not the failure
this version is
one worthy of
reciprocation

or is he simply
my fucking reflection
an ugly delusion
on either side

i just hope
when the other me
vanishes from view
it is to something
more than this
pervading nothing
infusing my soul