"Reflection"
I once knew a girl like me whose words were keen and free
and all the freedom of those words served to bind me
as they captured my attentions, and often drove me on.
It was sickening to my friends, as it should have been to me,
the sweet murmurs that I pledged to her, and she returned to me.
But I've danced on the salamanders, and foxtrot with the sun
and know that fires that burn this hot, will themselves silently expunge.
Of course I dreamed of forever or atleast forever and a day
so I was quietly suprised that morning she spirited away.
I didn't rage and cry out "No", nor cast about in pain.
I had struck out with an olive branch so nothing ventured gained.
Then I took those embers and banked them cold anew
waiting for just one more
to be my mirror to.
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Something I worked on over the last couple of days, and in the interest of being new here, brought my newest work with me.



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