Hurts worse
than what you have become
and
even I
recognize the pain
boiling in your eyes.

But that *** is now
spilling over
and
the river is simply too wide.

Its like winter again
yet
the grass is green
I sense the dark and
the horizon tells the
truth.

I met him where
ink turns to ice
and I return to that
place
once more
and
there you are.

Your open arms
look so warm
but your eyes
make me
shiver.

I see what you are
and
I know
what you are now.

It all ends here
and
I know.

It all ends here
and
I take your hand,
surprised by the iciness of
touch.

Who are you?
More like who am I?

For
you are back
facing that
mirror and
truly
you are me.