mirrors

she stand alone in the center of her room

as I approach, I feel her eyes light up

she extends her hand... to me

I reach out to her but we can’t quite touch

her gaze penetrates mine telling me

everything I need to know about how she feels

her faces glows... an open book

our eyes are locked and

we are suspended in time...

in another world

she stretches her arm

so our fingertips can touch, as do I...

so close, but not quite close enough

for we are frozen to the places on which we stand

and the lives that we have chosen

her lips move... I see them calling my name

over and over but there is no sound

I see the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes

I see the pulse at the base of her throat

tracing the pulse down with my eyes

I reach out farther than before

hoping to reach her, but no...

I see the anguish in her eyes as she fades away

I stand alone in the center of my room

reaching out to what is gone and

was never rightfully mine

(c)Copyrighted   Morrie Greene  : 1998