Even In A Mirror
You told me all your truths
Hid me not one tear
From this kettle-steamed envelope
I heard all your indiscretions
Searched through
All your heart’s possessions
But not found me
Even in a mirror...
You told me all your truths
Hid me not one tear
From this kettle-steamed envelope
Running through the house
Ripping up cushions
Pulling up boards
Punching holes in walls
Ripping out pictures
Breaking drawers
And I've not found me
I've not found me
Even in a mirror...
I heard all your indiscretions
Searched through
All your heart’s possessions
But not found me
Even in a mirror
Even in a mirror...
© Phil McWalter August 2017