…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