Mirror Image
Through the glass,
I see,
A shadow of a former self
A broken
Bruised
Shattered
Form
Caught
Between the oncoming storm
And love
And love
Is slipping through my fingers
Like the grains of the sand on the beach where I stand
And the storm is coming
And he cannot comply
To either
So he is just there
In the glass
Broken
Bruised
Beaten
Shattered
Worn
Gone
And the mirror image strikes me to the heart
And I fall
Through the rain
Away
Gone