Fickle Mirrors
Dear lord
how I have grown
to despise,
deny and to cry shy
of mirrors
and the increasing
remoteness
they leave me here
to wrestle with
throughout what is
essentially
left of our dotage ..
Yet not so
very long ago I did
love each
and every single
one of them
and the attention
they would
then dare to lavish
upon us both ..
Oh’ how fickle they
have become
and how fleeting
are those
simple things we all
live in fear
of losing we call
both youth and love ..