I felt the echoes of you reflecting across time-
Your knife pierced my heart,
Opening old wounds-
Scars that have yet to heal-

Stubborn and skinflint,
Resisting all natural urges to resuscitate the broken skin-
An entrance now for evil to crawl into
And desiccate the sacred soul.

Your tears remind me of my own-
A time when I once sobbed molten mountains
Of softened crystals
Over the devastating death of my friend-

My old friend-
The one who left me in the dark-
Alone and humbled,
Huddled in a hollow tree,
Contemplating suicide as the rain poured 'round me
And the cold closed in,
Crushing all fleeting chances of hope remaining.

Dead eyes stare back into mine from the refracting dew-
Falling without a sound,
Without a memory of you.