I see your eyes, I'm looking front with a heart that aches. I'm still and the mirror breaks my hand on beat with my chest just on cue counting all the rhythms composing of you a piece of my eye slowly drips from my cheek is this it, am I at my peak? you built a person but you left so soon why? couldn't have you stayed until noon? I run, I run so fast chasing your trail I pant till my breath turn pail but I waited till the next you came but to no avail, you did it again and again and again I was hopeful when you came back from where you hid until the last when you never again did with the promises that you still held untrue now I'm waiting for a day a mirror doesn't remind me of you.
This poem is as is how you see it but this one is very personal to me and i don't know if it's obvious who it's for.