Mirrored

Soft, golden morning ray touched me with a welcoming song of birds

chirping from the nearest tree branches,

my blanket-covered body asked me to stay in bed,

mind decided otherwise

the brush and the toothpaste synced event ended as usual

eyes sharpened, hairs synchronized

and I looked at the mirror for one last time,

before the morning buzz hits me hard

I saw

a human standing

mirrored, confused but

smiling inside the glass canvas

amusement in his eyes

struggles of life here and there, with

living moments beaming out

with puzzles and questions that he was about to ask

the set staged for a conversation

then I realized

I can’t talk to my past,

my photons that stoke the mirror and bounced back as a human form

a nanosecond late to my eyes

his questions can reach out to me

my answers won’t make it to the past.