He smiles as she stands next to him
She begins to take out her contacts
She refuses to look him in the eye
through the bathroom mirror
She busies herself with arrangements
She ignores him politely
They used to talk together but now
gaze into the bathroom mirror
‘Are we getting old now?’
‘Are you having an affair?’
‘How come we don’t talk anymore?’
‘How come you won’t look at me?’
His hand brushes against hers
He takes his toothbrush without a thought
Her toothbrush remains alone in the cup
reflected in the bathroom mirror
Oblivious to his wondering
Aware of her sorrow
They stand together like statues
watching in the bathroom mirror
‘You know I love you’
‘I’m going through a phrase right now’
‘When will you come back to me?’
‘I don’t know. Will I?’
She closes her contact kit
He places his toothbrush back
She gives him a gentle smile which
drifts through the bathroom mirror
He doesn’t return it
She leaves
The younger selves look at the lovers
on the other side of the bathroom mirror