I glanced at the mirror today,
and was surprised to see
that there I was, looking back at me.
"It's been so long," I whispered.
My reflection smiled; I tried not to cry.
and
I felt all the pieces of me shift inside.
She's never been one to reveal such secrets (to me),
but I could see it in her eyes:
her fragility.
I touched my fingertips to the glass,
where my eyes stared back,
and wondered how long
I could make this moment last.
"Where have you been," I asked her softly,
but she looked away, to the side,
vainly attempting to try and hide
what I know.
It was me; I left her; rather,
I allowed her to go.
I looked in the mirror,
and briefly saw myself there.
-it was brief- - she was beautiful-
and there was sunshine in her hair.