Half way down my own personal hall of mirrors.
I fade and I don't care that the bathroom's freezing,
or the loo lid's up again to accommodate 'standers'.
I do know that whatever it is it matters to me,
probably more than I will ever know. So taking
a pee in the early hours, my hands wet wiped,
clean of others, feeling bereft and not knowing why,
yet recognising the emotion as real, lends me some
small measure of comfort.