Reflection

He was at the bathroom sink.

She sneaked up and stood behind him.

She took it all in. His broad shoulder, his height, his masculinity.

She moulded herself into his silhouette.

Only one image reflected back in the mirror. Him.

She was hidden, protected, covered.

Forgotten.

There.

But not there.

~times~

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