mirroring

memory's face
stares into the mirror
unable to find familiarity
(like a plane that misses
the runway)
led down its dark alley
into a whirlwind world
of the all knowing unknown.
love rallies around
spiritual compensation.
time is a slippery slope.

life basks in the t(a)inted glow
of abandoned loves
and stories gone cold.
and the mirror reflects
the emptiness
at the core of existence.
Fade out - say the stage directions.