Reflection

A Poem by West

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I saw him in the mirror
a reflection of myself
a man before my yesterdays
a boy before he fell

he cried, but knew not heartbreak
he loved, but knew not how
he lost, but bore no losses
he screamed, but made no sound

impotent, his innocence,
bigger than his frame
no shadow cast beneath him
no doubt to on him weigh

the contours of my face
betray the many lessons learned
the furrow of my brow
cut deep, a few unlucky turns

and I don’t know who I was sadder for
did I weep for me or him?
me, for the many things I’ve lost
or him, for having them?