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.
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?