Fickle Mirrors

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 ..