Reflections of a sinner

Reflections in a mirror poem

In the mirror I saw my reflection: on Monday I saw it smirk at me; on Tuesday it talked at me with silent words; and Wednesday it yelled a lot. On Thursday it stared sullenly back at me and Friday it wasn't there. On Saturday there was a note to say "I'm gone for good." And Sunday, I stood alone in the mirror waiting but Monday never returned.