The past reflects
a future glance,
a figment familiar
but strange,
and the eyes
that once loved you,
change shape –
and the refuge found,
dilutes –
fades away
with each passing reflection.
The past reflects
a future glance,
a figment familiar
but strange,
and the eyes
that once loved you,
change shape –
and the refuge found,
dilutes –
fades away
with each passing reflection.