…empty without you

We explore reflections
without knowing what they mean
and when detected they are sometimes still unseen
captured deeply within
between the mind and the heart
do you hear me? do you hear me calling your name
from where you are most afraid to look?
I will take your hand and become your mirror
an unflinching gaze between the unseen dreams
and the cloudy images of what might have been
in the texture of times’ etchings I see you move back into place
duality seals our destiny
the ripples that you make, our surfacing inner tides
shift and change my life, you see the same as I
tell me your secrets, show me your soul
I will give back to you what you evoke in me
there are no illusions here
for I am the mirror, empty without you
© Ann Bagnall