Mirrored Reflections

streets glow like they’re meant for two 

midnight waits ahead  

you keep showing up in every passing couple  

I keep pretending you’re beside me

downtown glass catches a shape I almost call yours  

matching my pace  

no one notices me stop walking  

hands almost brushing 

even the countdown feels like it’s for someone else  

the pineapple countdown above, nothing below 

you would’ve laughed at the cold  

just me moving through reflections  

hoping one of them turns around