With a breathless sigh, she took a shaky step.
A soft inhale, that never left.
I glanced at her,
Tears welling in my eyes,
Wanting to do nothing but cry.

Confused;
Almost worried.
Met with a blank stare
Only glimpses of what was left, aware.

Behind the wall, her feelings were shoved
I knew her heart was full of love,
It may have consumed her,
Being too strong-
She couldn’t shake the feeling, of it all being wrong.

To call it love wouldn’t be accurate.
Love is meant to be shared,
To show others happiness and care;
Love is meant for one than one soul,
Another half of a whole.

Beyond the mirror, I look into her eyes,
The same that refused to cry.
Thinking about her time,
She searched for lies,
Something she could blame,
Someone she could shame.

Instead, her heart continued to love
"If only I could fly away, like a dove."

Leaving the mirror, her mask came on
Her lips humming a melancholy song
As her reflection retreated,
She questioned if she was looking at someone she knows,
Realizing grief is love that has no place to go.