Illusion

The bed is unmade, has been unmade for weeks

though I do change the sheets, I like the look of disarray

it makes the room look lived in

I also like leaving empty coffee cups on the side table

when I come back from work

I can feel the presence of the other self

my soul floats back and forth

between me and the other self I oft see in the mirror

we do have conversations too,

I mean a girl has to talk!

I am glad I have company

for I am tired of answering

probing questions about this and that

how I manage alone and all that blah

then, when she peers at me from the mirror

I breathe easy and we giggle together

for loneliness has no room in this room for two.