XV.

He got trapped in the mirror, 

in the end. 

He thought he could save the kid

on the inside. 

I begged him not to go, told him

that the only 

way to save him was to move on.

He’s just a shadow

of yourself. He isn’t real. You 

can’t do this.

He didn’t listen.

I remember him as he was, not what he became.

I remember us in the cornfields, peach juice dripping 

down our faces. 

Blackbird wings beat overhead as

he stood guard

over us 

both.