looking glass

I looked over to the passenger seat

Expecting to see the silhouette of our tangled hearts

but all I saw was

a space with a handle for a crooked smile and

a see-through wall

it asked me to crash through

maybe then I would be closer to you

I looked over at the pillow

and wondered what it was thinking

if it could lean over and whisper to me

that you love me

and you wish me sweet dreams

I look into the pixels

of a green and black diary

and I can almost swear I hear you talking

but the music always drowns out

what it hears me mocking

mocking love

mocking me

mocking time

mocking us

but when I look at

a shot glass

and a sloth and a

post-it note

I see something future

something past

something present.

and I look

at you.