Unbecoming

Face among many. 

Thought I was special. 

Not chosen —

just another reflection,

mistaking light for god. 

Am I mourning you? 

Or the dreams I rehearsed in my head? 

I must fix my heart.

I must reach inside

take it out,

rip it open.

Let the angels weep over something that never was. 

Then silence them, one by one —

for good.