The Woman in the Mirror by Doris Watts

The Woman in the Mirror

having finally dispatched
.. . . . . .the fly
that has pestered me
taunting me on my many inaccuracies
with the red fly swatter

sharing my toast in the morning
without invitation
walking the silent circumference lip
of my coffee cup

who rests now wrapped
in a Kleenex in the trash can
.. . . . . .good Lord how
I miss him

by Doris Watts

Editor’s Note: This poem’s central metaphor cleverly shows the reader how much you can miss a thing (or person) that you thought was only an annoyance. Grief is weird like that.


One response to “The Woman in the Mirror by Doris Watts”

  1. addacat Avatar

    Funny and poignant at the same time.

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