Reflections in a Hotel Glass

Like fools we handed back our loves.
Picture it! When just a word …
But disdain held me by the glove,
A pimp’s disdain for all the world.

The charge was in your eyes:
‘You know what words will win me back.’
But disdain held me by the glove,
A pimp’s disdain for all the world.

The years will sweep us past like clouds.
You’ll paint me black all right:
Me with my old pimp’s heart,
You on some unchosen street.

Broken mirrors line the walls
On unowned bedrooms in our lives.
On lovers and legal pairs alike,
The doors stay shut. 

We should have fallen to our knees,
Unlocked our lips and wept!
That’s how I see reflections, now.
That’s how I would love, now.