I laughed when you told me you were bringing a toggle jacket
Said toggles just aren’t for me
But now that you’re gone I see toggles everywhere
Think every man that wears them is you
I want to buy a toggle jacket
If I can’t have you I can dress like you
Can be my own toggle
Fall in love with myself in the mirror
Hear my old British accent
See my own eyes and smile
The things I sought in you I will seek in myself
Philosophical artistic creative carefree
Maybe I wasn’t looking for you after all
But was looking for me
Maybe you were my mirror
And what I saw in you was just a reflection of what I couldn’t see in myself
That voice those eyes and smile
If you were my catalyst what was I to you?
Do you think of me when you see buttons and a zipper? Maple leaves? Niagara Falls?
I bet you don’t
Maybe you sought in me what you are still seeking in yourself
But you just can’t see it yet
Determined mature grounded authentic
Maybe I won’t buy the jacket after all
Reflections are never what they seem
And I see toggles everywhere
But toggles just aren’t me
~ c.p.grisold
© 2013