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By terry39 Date: 2001 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.23.01.03.9649]] |
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Reflecting A Shadow It's not what I used to see I know that much Trouble is though, I don't know when it changed exactly. When the face staring back was no longer a lost little boy, but was an even more lost man. So I lean in and scrutinize the reflection carefully looking for signs of recognition that might be any kind of clue to this aging stranger. And eventually I turn away as an icy cold finger draws a line up my spine when I realize the stranger is me yet I still don't know the man staring back at all. At one time I thought I knew him well had every nuance and trait down pat because his heart shone through on the reflected face smiling back. But somehow, while I was not paying attention, He slipped away got lost somewhere in the gray and has chosen not to return, nor even say how long he'll stay away. Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest among us all It is the man who holds his love most true Funny thing is, I used to think it was you. Now you're simply the stranger with my eyes. |