Beneath the grit/ you saw it,
but you didn’t feel the need to polish.
You handed me a dirty rag and grunted like you always did in moments like this.
You asked me what I saw-
I saw something rather broken,
I saw soot and scratches-
No words spoken-
Your response was that raise of one brow-
So I leaned in closer now
and frustrated I wiped at darkness
as though I might a sword at war with the night.
I scrubbed and scrubbed
The cool night air blew back my damp hair
As a pixelated image like the coming dawn was drawn before me
I began to see more clearly-
It – was moving now.
My own breathing beating like drums against tired ribs
I wiped this way and that way
Sweat now dripping from my face
pooling with tears of frustration.
I saw colors like prisms surfacing
and I could see the sun.
I could see emeralds glinting-
Moving // blinking,
I used my elbow against the mirror now,
Slowly crouching closer,
and I could see what you saw all along,
I had finally found her.