I Did Not Kiss Her This Year

I was doing the dishes today,
I saw her outside.
Through the glass, she stared.
Right in my eye.
Looking for answers.

I had none to give.
And I swear I would run to her
Hold her by her waist and kiss her.
But I didn’t.
I did not kiss her this year.

We used to be a thing.
She was around for just a quarter year,
I’d wait for her the months 9.
But this year she was hurt,
She found me married on her return.

And as I looked in her eyes,
The pain was visible.
The hurt was evident.
Her eyes termed me Brutus.
Her departure was near.

But my hands were tied.
My wife, a doctor, didn’t allow.
To go out with the clothing warm.
Lady Winters departure without a kiss
Is not my fault.

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I Looked In The Mirror & Saw A Face

I’m serious.
This is not a joke.
I looked in the mirror and saw a face.

It was nothing scary.
Not at all like those horror films.
But it was indeed a face.

It wasn’t creepy.
It wasn’t the face of a stranger.
But it was indeed someone I used to know.

I might even call him familiar.
The beard has grown, the hair unkempt.
But the feature were just the same as I remembered.

I don’t know.
It wasn’t a pleasure seeing him again.
On the contrary I never quite liked him.

But c’est la vie!
Ghosts from the past aren’t adorable.
I swear, I looked in the mirror and saw a face.