13 September 2010

Smoke and Mirrors

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Stare intently
at the glass
for a fleeting glimpse
of his face
before the reflection
is fractured and smeared
distorted and stolen from you.

Hear his voice
you think,
imagined only
always imagined
while your ears strain
as the serenade
to your heart
in swirls of smoke.

It is all smoke and mirrors
until the day
the one day
the mirror cracks and shatters
and the smoke is blown away.

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