Sketches

As you are, leaning against the clear panes

With me doing the same on the other side

As you sat in the warmth inside

I take comfort in the tears I have cried

As the wind takes the truth from my eyes.

On a midsummer day, I stumbled across something so small

I thought it insignificant, but I picked it up and out of my way

Nothing more than a shard of a mirror

Making no difference if it were there, or not at all

But it somehow interrupted my calm, as the light was caught

And it shone for a second, but only to me,

For any other would leave it was it were, and think

That maybe it was lost and longing 

Looking for where it belonged

That tiny piece of your reflection

I kept with me. Until I found, by chance profound

The place where it should have been

With such a rush of joy I ran to you

And gave you the missing part

And then you invited me inside your heart

And showed me how long you had been looking, longing

For something so lost

And then you assembled the mirror

And we both stood in it's presence

I thought at that point, all was well

But as I looked into the glass, I saw 

That there was only one, not two

And with cold apathy you declined my 

Days to spend, my stories to tell, And

Outside I went, back through reality I fell

And your gravity kept holding me down

I understood then, that once you were complete

I was taken aside, that all you needed was someone

To bring to you what you needed

And then all else would be obsolete

And now, I

The extra piece of the puzzle never solved

Stand separate

Yet so painfully aware

Of what lies on the other side