Its eyes — reflect me.
Mine —
reflect it.
It sees what I see.
I see it.
It moves when I move.
It— freezes, when I freeze.
I froze— and it moved.
The light went out… and so did the sheen.
Now it’s just me.
No him.
Harsh.
But that’s— how it’s always been.
Siddharth Upadhyay is a writer and student based in India. His poetry explores stillness, self-perception, and emotional undercurrents through a minimalist lens. He is drawn to quiet moments, mirror-like metaphors, and the subtle distance between thought and feeling.