Fainting Goat

I walk into my sister's room

And look in her full-length mirror

I don't have one in my room anymore

And I pick out each nuance, each perfect detail

And there I stood 

As I watched the last leaf fall 

As I watched him walk away 

Not one glance backwards did he take 

He walked as if he had no worries in the world 

I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen.

Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.