On a good day

He is a natural at getting things accidentally right .

A perfection you can accept without that subconscious flash
of being chilled to the bone.

He can paint pictures with shrugs.
He can play a minuet with a dropped "H".
Faultless. It doesn't make you mad, just stroked.
You see a landscape, you accept it.

On a bad day
he is a mirror
reflects the inkling of your bad mood
whichever way you stand.

You move an inch away from him
in physical space
and he has gone
off taking mental notes
and you are left with the worst forbodings.
You can move a chair without thinking
and he will remember that.

No question was asked
but the answer is
smash the mirror

(you won't ever do that, far too deliberate)

You are a natural at getting things accidentally right .