You’re wearing that suit again

You’re wearing that smile, I like

That keeps me up at night

That forces me fight against thoughts I have about you.

You look good from here

Close enough to bask

But too far from me to ask

Why you feel so clear?

Why I feel so bear?

Why I thirst for air?

Why the mirror is the only way I can stare?

At least make this fair.

For a second our eyes meet

Through the mirror your eyes gleam

A desperate sweep of something unseen

For that single second my heart bleeds

The last time you wore it was imperfect

You got out of it and I melted

Every trial you made worth it

And every day-dream was priceless

Far be it from me to admit this

But through the mirror I feel your essence

Forebodingly sinking into this senseless

Cesspool of our doom-bond genesis

Through the mirror the trail appears

It’s glistening path awash with tears

Each one a different fear

You make fade when you are near

In life you are my one

In my heart you are second to none

My cold July’s midnight sun

Or so your web conveniently spun.

I was selfish I’m far from proud to admit it

I was squeamish, your tongue too wild to extinguish

I flourished in anguish, disinclined to relinquish

Your orbit a path I relished to ravish

Painstakingly so, the climax was halted

In raged the storm, her presence exalted

Mid- July’s cold, her claim made certain

I craved the soul, she freely was granted.

I’m left staring through the mirror

As she slowly adjusts your tie

Eyes fixated on the figure

My purest  desires wilfully lie

My world in embers

Desperate to ask why

You perfectly suit her

While wearing that smile.