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Mirrored Glass
by Richard VinceThe oily blue of a hundred
Mirrored glass windows tells me
That I am here once again:
A small city of which my
Only memories are blurred
By heavy rain.
I think the rain soaked through
Into my memories of her,
A girl from another
Seldom seen city.
The once sharply defined
Moments for which she
Illuminated my life have
Run into one another and
Pervaded everything else
I did back then.
Much clearer, though, is the
Memory of the mess I made
Of the friendship we could
Have had.
We try sometimes to rebuild
What there once was, but
The miles and the way our lives
Have grown with us conspire to
Leave us with only a few
Snatched minutes here and there.
Maybe one day we will know
One another again, but for now
The mirrored glass reflects
A face tinged with the
Disappointment of
A friendship unrealised.
08/02/2009 Posted on 10/15/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/16/09 at 12:36 AM I have far too many of these. Good write man. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/16/09 at 04:45 AM There can be new days, though, later. I have just rekindled a relationship with a dear friend of mine from high school, and we spent years knocking on that door over and over before it finally felt right for it to open wide. She and I were never romantic, and that might have complicated things I guess, if the connection once had a romantic element/loss attached to it. But I'm so glad to have reconnected with my friend. It tooks lots of patience, LOTS. Here's sending you a very generous portion, my friend. I really enjoyed the perspective you presented here. |
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