y

I am
my own backup plan
my eye
thin and glossy
sheet of paper
mirror sheet
that extracts
your image
from mine

my visibility
your causality

there is a forest
 you will lose me there
and that's what happens
to mirrors when traveling
to the forests when traveling
when the forest takes on its way
collecting the thoughts
of the lonesome trees
cut and left and by the men

you're the one who tells me
'you are your own backup plan'
the memory of the cup
is the memory of a kiss
I am falling asleep thinking of it

I'll be walking behind you
even if you never turn back
and you'll be walking behind me
even if I think
I am my only companion
and my last backup plan