If you could have seen my face. As your words registered clicking into the slots of comprehension in my mind; if you weren’t too busy looking in the mirror you would have seen. You would have known, as I knew then, that it is over. That the we, we had was killed with a knife as wounds of old you slashed back open. You knew my weaknesses, just where to cut, i showed you the way the scars run, and with a shard of our mirror you traced open old wounds to remind me of the truth. of my place in the world, of you. Not two.