Haiku from 4/7/2018

Through the looking glass
One sees the pale reflection
Of the black mirror

The medication
It made me numb all the time
I had such high hopes

You don’t talk to me
Like the way you did back then
It’s like your fading

If we could go back
How much of it would we change
Not knowing the cost

Alone forever
Now I think that would be nice
Me, myself, and I