Through the Looking Glass

I see you all
Through photographs
A still of a smile
And frozen laughs
In black and white
They're olden days
Faded light
Washed out, hazed
I knew them once
I think I did
I stood there too
A brainwashed kid

But now I'm here
Where time doesn't stop
Not even for a photograph
My mind a living clock

I am still here
In all the days
And I see you
And I want to smile

I try and I do
A forgiving smile
Because although I know I can't
I wish to reach out my hand to you
Ask you why
I'm always here


  • Fay Slimm

    An engaging verse of well written reflection and questions we all think of asking. Great read

    • AJ

      Thank you very much

    • Tony36

      Wonderfully written and expressed Great write

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