Your reflection

There is what a lady

would have done,

and there is what I did.

I regret it,

but that’s what I do.

Regret keeps me

from doing

what ladies don’t.

Your existence

fractured my life

and the pieces tend

to follow

where you lead.

They pivot

in the search

of the right light

to reflect your image.

My life

might be good

without you,

although

you have explained

why good

isn’t enough.

It’s the effect of you:

the pieces

still look

for your reflection.