Mirror Cafe

how did we get here?
I find myself wondering, as you
facepalm on the diner table,
wanting to die and I force
smiles at you, wanting to
die; at least
we’re in it together, and we
surely are, I am thinking
of you always: how did we
get here? two days of my mood
chart pure yellow because we’re
in this together,
locked at the protest, my hands
find your number because I know
you’d want me to call,
I hope you’re wondering about
me, like I do for you,
hope you look at me
across the chocolate shop,
the dirty kitchen, the square
and wonder how we got here?
hope we’ll look back and
wonder how we made it through,
those impossible years;
well we know how—
we’re in this together
you for me & me for you.