It takes time to see who stands in the mirror.
My ex-lover knows this heart is cold.
My next lover will know my heart is cold.
A voice mutters, “It’s not my fault.”
Their voices mutter, “It’s all her fault.”
No sword, they put up walls for shields.
Pride and pity as my sword and shield,
I go on assured my heart is safe.
It’s cold, sure, but my heart stays safe
with the one who stands in the mirror.
“Duplex I” – by Miriam DaPonte
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