Broken was in the reflection
Mirroring me in every shard I picked up
Forcing me to look at her face again
Forcing me to remember the pieces I tried to cut
She was reflected in every way
Diagonal, backwards, asymmetrical
Nothing looked familiar
I couldn’t figure out how to make her whole
Been so long since she had seen her image
Seemed more like a mirage
Impossible to connect to her again
She was disturbed by what I saw
Desperately searching for a piece to recognize
Slowly losing pieces of her frame
I tried and tried to put her together
Somehow, the more I tried, the less that remained
She was beautiful in an artistic way
Just as broken in the lost that I saw
I was then as I am now
I was still incapable of perfecting her flaws.
Tedra