To the Player

To roll tight the coils of friendship! I haven’t the fight, am daunted by your sudden flights & exposed: vulnerable, recoiling from your knowing. Yesterday was not the first. There was Once upon a Time, and Long Ago, and Last Week. I have forgotten the Nows which saw you retreating. Too much, you told a friend. But what do you know, who have no soul? A shattered mirror, A thousand bits of me, Are but my sorrows multiplied. Now, in their reflection, I write what I see