In The Mirror

Images drone on
meshed together
with the sounds
that play
off key in a mind
that can’t seem
to wander beyond
the walls of one room
one room that held a heart
and has kept a soul from progressing
on to the next phase
the next stage of the grief process
what ever it is
what it may mean
bounding back and forth
dancing in-between with hopes
that yesterday will somehow
come back around renewed
but the hands of time don’t rhyme
with this particular song
and it may not be how many notes you play
only the silence in-between
yet there has been a long pause
of empty quiet that reflects back
to the absence of you
leaving
only me.

© 2011 Trilby Yates

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