Mirror Man

Our eyes meet and we make a connection, Although sometimes it can be a painful business. Mirror man lives on the bathroom wall Thinking that I am indeed the lucky one As he performs the same dumb show every day. His tongue was cut out at birth So it falls to me to write down his story: I leave the light on for him out of kindness And sometimes show him photographs; I see gratitude in his eyes because He doesn’t have any other friends. I want to break the mirror and let him out But I think it would be bad luck: He would disappear And I would be left with no reflection; Like a vampire.