We have the same dichotomy 
as gravity and a mirror
with no-where to go but down,

but before you could feel
the sobering pinprick of walking 
an empty mile in my shoes,

I said, "let's not play with
the glass and say that we did."

I save you a spare moment
to humour your apology,
to prove that your silver

tongue is a little less than sterling,
then, I passed out...drunk
on this lucid vision,

still hanging on your every
gilded word 

like an irksome patina
that just couldn't bear
to see you shine.