NaPoWriMo #3: Imperfection

Carefully, look inside
a glass darkly
as a moment is gone
missing out
selfishly
not letting go
giving in
to malevolence
one final time
all the while
being indignant

Swallowing me up
to where aching grows
like weeds after rain
in expectation
no longer requiring
to be around
accordingly

Be attentive
Become accomodating
or willingly
lose yourself
in that moment
of imperfection
sweetly speculating

Will this be torment?