Reflective Surfaces by Ryan Purcell

I’ve got this mental picture of you 
glimpsed in the reflection 
of a storm door closing.
You wouldn’t look at me as I left and I wouldn’t
turn around to see if you looked after
but I caught you peeking.
That meant a lot at the time,
but not enough to turn around.

I don’t regret it

                        and yet…

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Ryan Purcell, 29, from New York residing in Jacksonville, FL. His work in fiction and poetry deal with the small miscommunications in life, the shortcomings of language and the whimsical moments when we overcome them.