The mirror never reflects the truth
just silhouettes of all we have lost
each glance creates waves
and ripples distorting the past
the shadows we chase
the insatiable search for love
memories are dreams
and dreams are reality
that we yearn to escape into
although it cannot be held
we still reach for it
the glass shatters
shards embedded
deep within our souls
but love holds its own truth
a language of longing
it speaks of things unspoken
unravelling the threads of the past
for love, even in its absence
is worth the pain of reflection
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 