my reflection looks the same,
a decade older,
but the way she stands,
sheltering herself to the world,
and the way she stares back,
i can tell that there is distance between me,
her,
and the memories behind our eyes.
the flowers are long gone.
she is a stranger i would embrace,
a friend i would turn away.
she is everything i fear
yet everything i have become.
she has been broken into a million shards
that i don’t recognize.
has she forgotten about me?