There's a mirror in the corner of my bedroom, you bought it for me, on a misty winter Sunday spent walking around empty towns and cozy shoppes. It was the first tangible thing that we had together, and one of the only. Over time, it grew spidery cracks on the edges, the originally crystal blue paint began to chip. I imagined what the mirror would've looked like if I had it before you, it may be in the same shape or maybe it would have stayed beautiful. What would it look like if you were the sole owner? Now when I look back on our time, all I can see is cracked glass.
