I was born to show you

what you wish to see-

your shifting truth

your curated light.

But identity…

That was never mine to keep.

A object you hold in your grasp

I absorb the emotions I cannot feel.

a remembrance of who you are, that I’ll never be.

The sorrow I cannot name.

your laughter, your ache-

and I hold it all in silence.

I am the stillness that shaped your soul.

I am the object of your desire.

I reflect so that I remain.

Without my reflection I am nothing but a forgotten memory. Shards of me scattered just to be cleaned up and replaced.

How I ache for a face

that belongs to me.

How I reach for what

I can never become.

Your beauty is my burden.

Your gaze, my only life.

When your gone I reflect on walls,

Windows and a empty room-

Never the echo of my own form.

A mirror with one purpose, to hold what leaves and never know what stays.