The Mirror

I look in the mirror and I see you
looking at me the way you used to
with knowing eyes concealed in pain
and lips, unmoving, that spoke so plain.

I haven't forgotten how I made you cry
when I said that I lied.
But you knew that I lied
when I cried.
I haven't forgotten
that you slept with the devil
while you prayed for his soul
and how you cried
while you watched me go.

I look in the mirror and I see you
looking at me the way you used to
with knowing eyes concealed in pain
and lips, unmoving,
that understood.