The Mirror

a poem by thenorm

 

Oh, my reflection flickers by

And filters away; 'tis not the

Sorrow of His Loss

I feel, for mine own heart

Hath never known

The sweet remembrance

Of Goodbye.

Be it not mine eyes

That mist, for, like a candle,

He always flickers away.

No one told me, no one knew

The mirror cracked, and I

Alone, stood to face

Your World.

Your Dreams.

Mine eyes did never cry.

Though my mirror cracked

And so did I.