I looked upon the reflective source of yesterday
daring not enter my gaze too deep
for the closer I wandered in my mind
the more one I would become with said image
a mere reflection “no”
for there I see you
you the one who feigned connection
believing you as a part of me
told me things I longed to hear
whispers long in the night
into my lonely ear
caused longing for something that was never
and like a fool I harkened to a voice
fractual promises never granted
realizing my blunder
I inserted into the mirror
my empty heart
whether from love or naught
left said reflection in your hands
do not believe the smile is for you
This piece of prose is a late offering to the respected hostess of Magpie Tales – Tess Kincaid where weekly she gives writers a prompt challenge.
penned in moon dust 