like a penny on a railroad track

All alone on the floor
next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress.
The door is ajar.
From afar
you can hear bands practicing

And when they dream, they all
dream of somebody like you:
Somebody who takes what they make
twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do.
And when you dream
you dream of a day...

When you find something you could love half as much
as you love all your little round mirrors-
See yourself reflected in one, there's a hole in the middle
you can't seem to fill.

Bring them home.
Watch them go.
All you know is you hope they'll hurry back.
And you cry,
then you lie your frail body down
like a penny on a railroad track.
And even if they stay in touch
the past stays in the past.
But every time
you crash a little bit harder than the last.
And every time you crash don't you

Wanna find something you could love
half as much as you love all your little round mirrors?
See yourself reflected in one-
there's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill

A shooting star is
a little piece of
cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth.
It doesn't get too far.
It's not a real star.
It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir.
Shoulder to shoulder- up on our tip-toes,
chewing our fingers and craning our necks
just to see.
Quite the collection;
divide by section-
it's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone

On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress.
The door
still ajar.
There you are and now you're coming to stay until

You can find someone who will love you as much
as you love all your little round mirrors
Murdering your time in cold blood
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill

-Little Round Mirrors by Harvey Danger