Your Eyes

There is sadness in her smile
A nostalgia bittersweet
Passing memory into history
A well-worn chapter
Of an unfinished book

You were a master piece
Of me
A symbol of my past
And all I had not let go
... Or forgiven

Your face used to be the reflection
In the mirror
Now I cannot bear to look at us
My reflection has
Changed

A semi-profile
Might reveal you in me
I can still see your eyes,
So sad,
But so alive

The curve of our nose
May reveal our
Sensitive soul
Or perhaps it's our small
Ears

Hair, untamed
Frames our face
A mask so perfected
Nothing could
Shatter it

But, my mask
Has fallen
And I can breathe,
Be it shallow breath or
Gulps of fresh air

Your freckles
Still connect to mine
Our lips thin and pursed
In anger? In hate?
In pride?

I can still feel your hands
They fit ideally in mine
A shelter
From outside,
From within

Tongues taste fresh blood
Of words left unsaid
Truth swept under the rug
A quick fix to the need of
Comfort and safety

Sometimes
The mirror lies
And your eyes look back
At mine
A reminder, a memory

There are no happy endings
No band-aids for broken hearts
But sometimes I see you
And for a moment,
I smile