I held you more tightly, wanting to hug the past to myself, but instead you turned me around and forced me to look in the mirror, I despise mirrors since I hate looking at myself. Later in VA with mirrors everywhere I finally found I could not escape. Perhaps that is the reason I have written so many words. That time, however, that mirror reflected only hazy flesh, an unclear outline which was embarrassing to neither of us. You were shivering in my arms like fine rain.
