I
The mirror is a true
friend.
It never lies
unless you want it to.
II
A frosty-haired man
tries to stand.
The mirror is in grief.
Its attempts to
apologize
not able to change
anything.
III
How awkward it is.
The mirror looks,
but just looks and
looks.
IV
There is another me in
the mirror.
His left is my right,
his right is my left.
I don’t understand
who he is.
V
Two mirrors
are parallel.
What I expect to see is
infinity.
