reconstruction

stood behind the polished glass
our placid reflection
in those two minutes
my mind ran a marathon
through present
past
and soon enough,
future

it was aesthetically pleasing
a good balance of height
and colour
a good balance of personality
and humanity

henceforth, brings it a smile.
I could have been glowing,
I must be romanticizing it.

It was beautiful.

so then presently,
I had a conversation with you
you might not remember it
because
you weren't there, or here.
but I said
"I am sorry, again
it wasn't what I wanted to say to you
I just wanted to tell you
about our reflection"

and you said "but you already apologized, it's okay"

I said "it was only because I was scared,
I need to be able to trust that
when I tell you to do something
I can be sure in the knowledge that it will be done
without me telling again.

you tell me "your apologies aren't very apologetic,
but,
I understand, of course"

followed by those three words, maybe?

you leave,
but our reflection still exists
behind the polished glass.
so does your smile.