The mirror I stare into

I sat alone,
reading Murakami
and drinking black coffee.
Thinking about the past,
those distant places
mirrored in my eyes.
Reflected on the coffee,
a crimson cloud –
racing backwards.
Turning into an image
of ourselves whole.
Years after your death,
you still watch me.

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