Seem to walk endlessly.
The window sill is cold.
'Consequence of the wind outside
blowing hard against the glass.
Close one door.
But open my heart.
Reflection of a time now passed
I run my fingers over the glass.
Shards and embers
lay fragmented beneath...
...Under my bare feet....
This hall way is dimly lit,
blame it on the gray outside
shaking the panes to come inside.
Mirror in the hall,
Invite me to walk farther.
You taunt me. I cannot continue
where there is no real opposite.
Reflections are surface appearances.
this is my hallway.
Gray and soft.
Creaking and moaning,
Hollow and cold.
I haven't seen the sun
since you left.
Author notes
All metaphors. I will tell you that right now.
Written March 31st, 2006
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