I am looking in an old mirror forgotten 
stored in the attic
where I found it

the silver lining underneath my face 
cracked
while seeing myself in a dozen
Interrupted facets 
outlined by dirty decay

I move away
but I only get smaller
though now I can see 
that it once was all clear.

~

I like the delicate frame of this so familiar 
this frame with that little bit of dust on it
seemingly stuck.