The Mirror shows

a torn sky
beyond it, story tellers
with lies and deception,
they whisper poetry
that I still love you too much
to write.

You carry the weight
of half glances
measured through a pair
of old readers.
It will mention us one day
from someone else's wall
but they'll be too young
too care.

I wonder now how much more
will pass into its glass
before all the cracks
come at once.
Written by Razzerleaf
Author's Note
what the mirror see's in the mind of an old fart like me
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