Scrying

Scrying through a broken glass
The time has come and it has past.
The illusion go of what could have been is what hurts the most

We need to let it go-that things could have been different
Scrying through a broken glass

Left with a shattered glass heart
The ripples dance on the waters reflection
The sisters of fate put us in different directions.

Scrying through a broken glass
The hurt still lies underneath
With the stains of time etched in our palms

You are someone else
I am still right here.