Gaze into the mirror

at the face behind the mask

and wonder if it's really you,

or don’t you dare to ask?

Who can know what lies beyond

the mirrors fragile face,

reflections of another life;

another time or place?

Touch the chill upon the glass

and see a tiny ripple,

was it real or in your mind,

did it really feel so supple?

Gaze into empty eyes

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The hands of time tick slowly by

as dawn breaks in a new day.

A nightmare reality of

the receding night lies marked,

like so many fading stars,

in the shattered glass on the floor.

Silken shards of sorry souls,

their lives now trapped

in a dream of what was then,

what is now and

what should never have been.

Each broken image,

a moment in time captured

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