Not The Mirror

NOT THE MIRROR

I look around

all I can see

stuff I found

it was already here

The kitchen is empty and is cold

nothing boiling on the stove

not a hot mug to hold

no stories to share, no tea with cloves

None of this belongs to me

Not the mirror nor the frame

surely not the image that I see

is that the one to blame? 

The bed is unmade

Did I ever lay on it

it hides a sharpened blade

in between the sheets

There's a stranger at the door

I would let her in 

if only I knew a little more

about manners and how to receive

None of this belongs to me

Not the mirror nor the frame

surely not the image that I see

is that the one to blame?

If only this were my house

I would make myself at easy

I would make you my spouse

I would give you keys