Monday, September 3, 2007

The Mirror

I’d had a bad day. I was close to tears. You were already there. You were sitting on the side of the road with a shard from a broken mirror, touching your face, like you’d never seen it before today. I gave you all the money I had left. We both had better days.

2 comments:

Tambomama said...

I LIKE THIS,IT'S UNIQUE AND SOMEHOW
A SAD REFLECTION OF MY LIFE.

klara said...

Oh, I love this one...