047. Mirrors
It all comes back to me now in flashes, the small tidbits of the life we used to share together. I will be in the middle of doing something that should not, and could not remind me of you. But without you, everything seems to bring on the flashes, as if the things around me want me to remember. The cool tile against my feet is just a sensation, like the porcelain I’m gripping tightly in my hands, as I gaze into the mirror. My crystal blue eyes are unable to belay the thoughts in my head. My thoughts free flow in overdrive, coming quickly one after another, from the first time we met, to the days we spend in bed, wrapped in one another. A hand moves of its own accord from its perch on the sink, trailing its way across my lips; deft fingers caress the skin, soft as a butterfly kiss. You used to trail kisses here, and the simple touch makes my mind work harder than ever, flashing images in my minds eye. A simple mirror can bring these images, so how was I supposed to pack up your things? I say I’m going to do it everyday, but never do. I’ll just stare into this mirror, as my life flashes by, my eyes seeing only you.