A Future Glance

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.

Why Unravel The Mystery

I wish I could tell you who I was
so you knew all that I am
but why unravel the mystery
when all I have
is what you think of me?