Inventory

You have the advantage, my love. Advertise it to the

World. And know my agenda is universal, albeit, I

Suffer from a deficit. Something within is perishing.

But I die to resurrect. And what is life without the

Haunt of death? And there you appeared, peeking

Betwixt heartbeats. But I must apologize. I must ask

Forgiveness—for I was never granted permission—

To love a shattered mirror. I was merely partial to the

Fragments. Thus, I gravitated towards myself. O how

Selfish I have become—loving self through the soul

Of another. Pardon my blight, and stare deeply into

Your reflection: is it possible I actually loved you?   

 Make enquiry. And may the ghost speak on my

Behalf. I have loved us since the moment of afflatus.