There you are again.
Looking at me from behind the mirror!
I see you! Don’t think I don’t know you hide in the shadows, waiting for me to smile at you. There you are softly smiling back. And here I am before you one more time in this reflection. This glass pain of love entrapped. Love ,which is not here, yet not there. Not present, yet not absent. One which is as ambiguous as the stain-colored leaves from an outside garden that does not exist.
Did we look into each other’s eyes that day on the train in silence, let the tears speak for our clumsy hearts? Did we wipe the smile off our faces for fear of longing one more day? One more moment in that soft eternal beauty, forever to be lost?
Lingering on our sweet honey flavored lips. Lips we cannot taste. Lips we close with words unsaid, for fear of love. Fear of pain. Fear of life. Fear of Loss.
So here we sit my companion. My quiet love. You in the shadows while I talk and smile at your charming presence. Sing you songs you will never hear. Write you words you will never read. Declare a love, unmet. Unwanted and burdensome. Here I sit in the hush of the firelight combing and braiding the ebony locks that fall past my breast. Turning slightly to the left and let the candlelight show you the way, while your imaginary kisses fall like dust on my neck and shoulders. Here I am with the lines growing deep in the ridges of my brow and the hands turning into themselves while I wait. The black in my hair turning into a pale shade of remembrance. Here I am dust itself while your love grows ever more impossible to grasp.
Here I am again!
Looking at you from behind the mirror !
