Mirror Images

I saw a man outside in his yard
mowing dirt.
The grass that was once lush
had grown thin and fallen
out of his head,
like a jigsaw without its corner pieces:
not quite finished
and still fragile to the touch.
I thought I would break.
(Perhaps another time.)
My eyes were swollen shut
and I fell into an oblivion
which used to be my bed.
There was no notice,
(nor descent)
no universe, no laws
and Emily was there.