Reflection

Your body is fragile and smooth

like the clear glass I drink from.

Your quiet voice has little to prove

growing in size the further you run.

As the suns rises, light shines through

the prism of your transparent body

and when the sun goes down

I reflect on the lessons you taught me.

I find it hard to gaze into your eyes

because I notice a past dark and empty

But my eyes gaze harder to no surprise

because your history is so temping.

I look harder at the clarity you reveal

and why a light shines through you.

I look at you and begin to feel

that my light might shine too.

I stare one last time into your eyes

then I walk away and disappear

because there is a life to be lived

away from the mirror.