One is warm One is cold Both move alike Leaning forward searching the face
Two
of the same person
Reflection of an empty soul.
The windows of the soul Are smudged and stained Exchanging looks, Synchronized movement, Glance for glance, Tear for tear. Although one moves only
As It
the other,
mirrors perfectly
The empty wasteland Inside the black portholes
Of the
face
it
sees.
Desolation leaps out
A spark in the wind Fueled by the returned Gaze of the likeness.
But one turns away
And the
other,
Left alone,
Empty, Smiles in
sudden joy-
Becky fierrani
