eager to once more behold

a face i memorized

in sorrow, tears accentuating

all i loved about you

reflecting on the colors

vibrant blue, dark berry

in beauty, tears accentuating

all i worshiped far too soon

the night is folding in around

the soft and subtle dark

in truth, tears accentuating

all you lied was true

reaching through the emptiness

my own the only warmth

in anger, tears accentuating

all the hollow filling you

and still i think i can replace her,

someone i never could have known

and still i think i can forget her,

for who had she ever really been?

from mirrors as well as picture space

it is the ill-forgotten face

who i should not have to constantly police

and with the present put in its place,

dusty old and webbed with shades

of dying possibility.

but i was beautiful then