“I got some great ideas” said the man to the mirror
The mirror didn’t speak back.
The mirror didn’t peep
The mirror didn’t gratify the words an inch
“You are me, can’t you support us” said the man to the mirror.
The mirror didn’t twitch
It didn’t give the man the time of day.
“If you are just going to ignore me, what’s the point of using you?”
Said the man to the mirror.
The mirror shivered and shouted.
“That’s just it, you use me!” emotionally distraught the mirror dug its heels in, “You come in here day after day, to groom and feel yourself up in front of me”.
The man was shocked.
He couldn’t say a word.
The mirror continued “Where’s my love, for me? I don’t think I’ve ever been cleaned or washed or kissed”
“It’s easier looking at yourself through grime and dust and dirt” said the man.
“Easy for you to say” said the mirror “that’s my life, reflecting onto grime, dust and dirt”
“I don’t want to see me clean” said the man
“would you like that?” the mirror was off on a tangent “always looking through muddy glasses?”
“I suppose not” said the man.
Convinced, he grabbed the Windex and sprayed and wiped with love and said: “So do you want to hear my great ideas now?”
The mirror responded positively.
But the man, was lost for words.
He saw himself truly and lost all his ideas to wonder…