You are crying
that distraught, devastating wail
as if there has been news
of the death of a dear one
or the cruelest of disappointments
I am laughing
a jaw-aching ecstatic howl
with sublime tears spilling
relentlessly as my shoulders
heave uncontrollably.
As you face the mirror
and I stand at your shoulder
our faces are identical.
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© Graham Sherwood 06/2019
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