Her Face in the Glass

Her hand touched my face as her words left a trace of a cloud in the air Wednesday December 13th. “The distance” she said, “will have our hearts torn apart” But I would rather have half than no heart at all Then for a moment a glimpse of her face appeared in the glass through the fog and the rain I reached out to nothing. Bound by darkness I awoke suddenly The horrors of reflecting Every thread stitched in debt to your impartial love and your will to force a smile through regret Your intentions they quietly ripped at my sides Did you find what you wanted? Was I a burden or the light in your eyes? I could never look directly into them Anchor your ghost So I can rest my head Everything beautiful is gone I will spend every waking hour Staring at the sun