Mirage

i
secretly wish we
could have
it all
and embody the reflection of potential i saw
each time you would admiringly
stand behind me, and smile
as i gazed in the mirror
getting ready for a world which peers with scrutiny
the only time i had the chance to possess the eyes of the beholder
and be held
oh, how perfect we
looked
together
extrospective vantage point
potentiality staring back at us
mirroring what our love
could be
but ultimately
never
would be
taunting our reality
with an image that only existed in that moment
in
that mirror
such a tease, that mirror
and now
it plagues me
with black tongue ridicule
it plays me
infected silhouette
decomposing
exposing the empty space over my cold shoulder
where you
used to reverently rest your head
each time you would admiringly
stand behind me, and smile
as i gazed in the mirror
getting ready for a world which peers with scrutiny
a simple moment
vividly etched in my mind
captured in color by my
fawning photographic nostalgia


...indefinitely.