reflection
2003-08-16 . 12:55 a.m.

The mirror stands before me,

Same still face and figure as before.

Smile fake for it isn't real, movement across it's surface

But only a reflection.

Bleed with a crash upon the ghost staring back at me,

Tearing to pieces the pseudo companion,

Wishing you were someone to comfort,

Then someone to comfort me.

Hold the torn image in my hands,

The closest thing I had to you now lost between the cracks in the floor,

Sweep you away...

Or was it only me all along?

before ++ after