Looking Into The Mirror

will he, wont he like what he sees
will he switch off the light
prefer the sheet of darkness
will he pretend to caress the
wrinkled skin or not pretend at all
will he make it real or make it
inevitable to fake it
will he bare all or hide behind a
thin veil, will he let me take charge or
take refuge in doctor's advice
will he come without holding back or
will he get up and go answering an
imaginary call

This is a poor quality mirror
bought at gujri sale

by Prathibha Nandakumar

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too close to home enjoyed the read