June 27, 2015


In the mirror,
I'm like anyone else:
eyes, mouth,
heart in my face,
though every day
my flaws
crowd out who
I used to be.
It's no one's fault
clothes in my closet
are not me,
or that voices
on my phone 
over my name,
sounding like
they're calling
they've never known,
forever asking
when I'll return.
They can't know
I've fallen
through the cracks,
where there's no one
I can blame.