Through The Looking Glass

I just wanted to follow you through the looking glass,
and see what was on the other side...
I wished so hard you’d take me down that rabbit hole with you,
but you never invited me in for tea...
so by myself, I just kept dreaming about it,
I kept imagining it, to save my life.
To give me something to wake up for every morning.
Expectations of a very merry unbirthday of sorts,
and all of our “maybe-nothings”, “certainly-not-somethings”,
pulled me back to life.
Picturing myself on the other side of the mirror,
in that make believe world, just kept me alive.
The hard part was waking up by the river bank,
figuring that all this was but a dream
and having no one to share it with.
Because that loving, caring, version of you,
had stayed on the other side of this mirror I now sat in font of,
watching the sparkle of pearly tears falling ever so slowly into the abyss of my chest.