Untitled by Liza Savchukova
In the mirror this morning
I looked older than I am.
Not in the way of vanity
or the betrayal of time,
but in the way that we age
when someone who loved
us once finally forgets our face.
–Bison Jack
I once loved someone
in the morning time
we us our
but
I am finally older than
vanity
in the age of
betrayal
who forgets not
the way
or that way
when looked in the face
of this mirror
