for familiar faces
in every corner of the room.
The tangible evidence of a half-eaten bagel
inside a lost bag
formed a ghost-like image of him eating it.
of things that used to be in order.
The books were lined up on the bookshelf
but dusted and covered with a transparent plastic.
through the mirror
at pictures on the wall behind me.
The upside down reflection
aligned the room in order.
I found myself flipping through the papers,
flipping through the photographs.
At some point,
I stopped writing the fairytale
and left some pages blank.