…to silhouette
In the mirror
my shadow
and I
lazily drifting
in infinite
emptiness
shifting languid
in a warm wind
aching
to break free
from ourselves
as emptiness
circles us both
our distorted
reflections
the reality
the gravity
of a half-lived life
exchanging
darkness
for light
and light
for darkness
so frequently
aching
for something
tangible
something
that that stirs
the soul
we look deep
into each other’s eyes
my shadow
and I
searching
for meaning
just glimmer of hope
in the void
our fingers trace
the lines
on our face
the scars
etched deeply
upon our skin
the weight
of our emptiness
is now too much
for us to bear
all we have
are our
cold reflections
ever close
yet ever distant
for the mirror
contains
us both
a reciprocal
haunting
our rippled
reflections
are slowly
fading away
as another season
begins
beneath
the cold glass
and trapped
in the mirror
my shadow
and I
are fading
to silhouette
until
we find
each other
again
© Ann Bagnall
