Reflection

Alone in my kitchen,
Liking; tapping, scrolling; swiping,
Unable to simply set my phone down and enjoy my coffee –
For no reason, I lean forward:
Catching a glimpse of my reflection;
“Who is this tired man I see?,”
Asks the forever boy inside of me
And so, I write this; to invent an answer,
Knowing in five minutes:
I’ll jump in the shower,
And try to look young again –
Hoping my reflection pleases the boy then

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