Shattered mirrors show me my true self
Beautiful but broken
Fragments of crystal reflect light all the same
They reflect the light of
The good old days, when you were young
and beautiful and
I mourn
For I never saw those days.
"Strip down the beds.
Clean out her things
For she is gone."
Shed no tears for me, you said.
Just move on.
Photographs echo back your face
But they tell me nothing about the person you were.
I really wish I knew.
You were beautiful
You still are beautiful
Withered but beautiful
I want to be like you