Long Night

In the glass, reflection distorted

by rounded edges and

golden mixture

of warmth. 

At the mirror, an imperfect copy

noses the dusty

white picket fence

of courage.

Staring.

Steadying the chamber, a clouded

figure cinches the

belt and buries the point

of comfort.

Seeing black, remembering

childhood in a moment. 

Eyes wet, then quiet

breath slowing, saying

goodbye.

Staring.

© 2002