Glance in the mirror

Morning stubble’s reflected mask

Raccoon’s eyes moor the darkness.

A broken vow

makes it a day for sad songs on Youtube.

I sigh. The mirror fogs.

I am a lump.

So I sparkle coffee-stained teeth.

Mint and aluminum phosphate smack the smell away.

My razor hides for hours the stubble

Which signals sorrow.

All these signs that say I still miss you.