I close my eyes
let a tear roll by
for memories
that I’ve lost and
memories that’ve died,
I see a memory
and my heart skips
‘cause there’s
a smile on her lips,
but then my sight
fades to black
within a pane
of glass
before me,
in the mirror
an aged visage
glares back,
and my heart skips
‘cause there’s no
smile on my lips,
and behind me
in the mirror
more memories
most blurred
some clearer,
I reach out
just to touch
and the mirror
shatters
glass shards
speckle me
with red dots
as blood seeps
through tiny cuts
and spell a
myriad
of things
I even see
some memories
in the intertwined
spidery tracks
marking the passage
of time,
remember death
once had me
in his grasp
and I would’ve
been his
but something
made him release
my soul back
to the vessel
I’ve yet to learn why,
but I see in the
darkness the
twining bloodlines
and remember
yet another
that fades soon
after it’s made,
even the best ones
trickle away
crumble, crack
and age,
like an old photograph
or a newspaper
yellowed by time
and weathered poorly
disintegrates as you
gentle cradle it
in your hands
and you’re left
wondering
what little bit
of history
it held.