it was the way you looked at me as i looked at your reflection. you were walking away but waiting for me to look at you, to say goodbye...
you didn't know, i've been looking for a while.
we've been facing the same direction all this time,
but the mirror's dark reflection briefly let me see you smile.

and the way you handed me the box.
we passed it back and forth, but our hands didn't touch,
like old lovers who love each other too much.


it was a sunny day, like today. it may not be even a year later, but it feels the same. i remember leaving and who i would miss the most. and i remember our conversation, and the feeling of cruelty that the day i find connection is the day i leave.