I miss her...i can actually taste her, <br />her presence is lacking...her attention-reducing, <br />i cant force it...i can only hope it, hope for her... <br />i look in it for a reflection...i notice its cracked, <br />i hope for her...coz i cant force her, i look deeper...i look harder-the mirror is broken... <br /> <br />Im walking with her...im talking alone, <br />i hold her hand, she holds my heart... <br />with her i hope to never part, <br />i walk with her...her hand is gone... <br />i talk to her, i hear no tone. <br />i look for a reflection, i notice theres nothing... <br />i look for an expression-but none is coming. <br />im serching in rotation...but the mirror, the mirror is broken. <br /> <br />i lay with her...theres no heat, <br />staring into her eyes, i notice the nothingness... <br />theres no pulse, no spark, theres no heart beat... <br />i notice the vastness. <br />i try to ask...but theres no answer, only what i see exists. <br />they say a picture is worth athousand words... <br />what i see is worth athousand more, <br />i look at the picture, i look harder... <br />its a broken image-in a broken mirror. <br /> <br />i give attention-i see no reflection... <br />i give love, none comes back, <br />i almost give perfection... <br />in turn i get frustration, <br />im giving up-im letting go... <br />its taken time-but now i know, <br />i will never get a reflection...from this broken mirror...<br /><br />kevin wekesa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-mirror-8207/
