My Pearly Whites

Tonight the mirror didn’t shatter.
I looked at my crooked smile without fracture,
dressed myself in black, parted my hair,
and could peer at the pearly whites and not grimace.
So I kept the grin and went out with my family
to the church grounds where I had taken you.
Decided to wear my finest shirt,
wishing I could always look this good for you.
Maybe one day I’ll look even better.
Will I be the first person you look to
upon entering the room and ascending the steps?
Who will forever be in my vision past the eventide?
Even while glooming, I’ll look for the gloaming,
and do my best to follow the streams glimmering
at the horizon.
They lingered after your steps passed,
reflecting on your pallid pearls;
which always made my image look brighter.
I hope they haven’t closed where you are.
Even so, I’m still beaming, imagining
how you’d gaze over me.

My Pearly Whites

Barrett Stowers

Joined December 2010

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Mirrors are weird. As are relationships.

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