I still see your eyes,
At the cusp of every sunrise.
Vacant as the empty skies

Sometimes I see you wearing white
But who I see cannot be recognized
A twisted image of you imprinted on my mind
I never took the time to get to know you

But I like the image refracted in the mirror
I approach life without the searing pain of regret
Years go by
You drift from sight
But I don't need to go back and change that night

I find my closure in the night's sunrise
I always see your eyes
A poor imitation conjured by my mind.