Murray, UT, USA
Through a Glass, Darkly
Looking into the mirror of my soul,
I find myself face-to-face with stark, unyielding terror -
A fear which once wore the trappings of a nightmare,
But which now bears shadings of reality:
What if it's over?
What will I do if she walks away?
How will I repair my heart if she no longer wants it,
And how can I convince it to open up and try again?
Left to its own devices,
My mind prefers to dwell on the beauty we have shared -
The peaceful, happy times we have spent together,
And the love that has ever burned for her in my heart.
And, yet, the pain keeps resurfacing -
An unrelenting reminder that our times together are no longer
A multitude of sorrows that speaks in a single sotto voce:
"Let her go - for she is already gone."
I hate the mirror for the harsh, uncompromising reality it reveals
Even as I chastise my heart for believing in the dream -
For the beautiful future which I once saw for us
Is now reflected as a foolish fantasy.
With trembling soul, I mourn the passing
Of a love which dies, while I live on.
My spirit quails, as my lips speak the words that I detest:
-Troy J. Hoecherl-
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