Reflections

His unwashed hair

Clutch to the pages

My blindness

Sees his scarred vision

He is no longer alone

I lock into his falling look

Desiring his selfish blue eyes

I don’t know who I would be

Without knowing him

Favouritism now exists

And he is my exception

The sideways glance

And the silence in between

Feeling like a shadow

Or something lost

He slowly fades

He is my reflection

fallen world

Over crowded

Crowd over

She looks down

Moving

                         Like shoes hung                   

From an overhead wire

                 Doing pirouettes through

         The clouds and distant sky

                    Shadows play tug of war

    With her silver steps

                Like a possessive wall

That’s cemented in thin air

    She floats along the path

                          Of hidden glory

                                                                                 The measurable beat

                                   Drowns the thumping heart

The step won’t change