Poem, I missed you!

Don't you care for my love? she said
bitterly.
I handed her the mirror and said:
Please address these questions to the proper person!
Please make all requests to headquarters!
In all matters of emotional importance
please approach the supreme authority direct!
So I handed her the mirror.
And she would have broken it over my head,
but she caught sight of her own reflection
and that held her spellbound for two seconds
while I fled.

D.H. Lawrence - Intimates