_Just_

_keep_

_walking._

No time for worrying.

No time for thoughts.

Only you and those cracks;

crystal clear on the pavement

a shattered mirror

a pathway divided

a place you’re not.

_Just_

_keep_

_going._

Does the stinging in your lungs excite you?

Does the fact that

you.

never.

show.

your.

face.

mean something?

The only way I know you have one—

the droplets along the cracks,

the eyes in the mirror,

sobbing

and fading.

Not yet gone,

grey, diminished,

tarnished shine

scratched exterior.

Are you still _you_ in your eyes?

If you even class them eyes anymore?

A blankness in the face

A drained complexion.

Raise your head from the cracks,

fix the mirror,

align the pathways.

You’ll find me waiting.