Reflecting what happened, my image
My eyes piercing my own
Matching my glance, my thoughts
Making all of it known

How long I could stare
Twilight coming away
Till I saw what I couldn’t
From what happened that day

Weighing clearly, your image
Reflected by a chance
What I knew now as illusion
Keeping my fitful trance

I measure my price
My mirror withholding no lie
I miss those things we did
My heart it wants to die

I can’t keep looking
When the reflection stays
Double outlines of truth
Is why I’m kept agaze

Beating pulses of my memory
When I feel too much
Point of no return
But then I feel your touch

Your hand upon my shoulder
Into a dream I stray
Reflections in your eyes
You’re not really leaving today

Fleeting image in the mirror
Are you ever real?
I move on into the night
For one my memories to steal

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2 Responses to Mirror

  1. noranoir says:

    Glad to see you’re writing poetry again. Fall begets memories, which beget the feelings that go with them. For those like us, poetry abounds.

  2. LK says:

    I think you’re right, Nora, days are shorter, more vampire darkness for me…I can even remember the last time I’ve celebrated a holiday.

    Nice seeing from you. I have a few posts on deck but no time rarely nowadays…I hope things are well for you…

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