You were never
meant for me
and my hands
are unclean.

They left oily
prints, to blur
your gleaming
mirror, which
measures the truth
of all that it sees…

And it sees all things,

even through tears,
and fire,
and pain.

But the mirror knows
its worth,
and no mortal man
could ever
keep your shine
from shining on,

the very next day.

©️ 2019.

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