I saw a reflection on my reflection.
A face, a hand, someone there.
No one to see my reaction.
But still I feel a stare.
I see your presence ever present.
Memories of what came to be.
A simple moment made present.
Were we meant to be.
Three heartbeats left from four.
And all we wanted was more.
For that four to be more.
For that we prayed and swore.
Life is made of days and now we have today.
A day I see a reflection on my reflection…
Another day I feel that linger of dismay.
Why won’t it go away.