"I am old" said he
with furrowed brows and weary eyes
leaning closer, as if he had monsters to face
lessons yet to learn, and paths to retrace

"I've lived and loved" said he
he spoke of days come and gone
his eyes sparkling tales every now and again
the stars shining closest, now seeming quite dim

"I've done things" sighed he
bent over, from a weight pressing down
his shoulders slumped forward as if burdened by lies
sadness conveyed by the shame in his eyes

"Forgiveness is yours" said I, leaning in closer yet
I whispered "The demons are gone, and you've no reason to fret"
then I squeezed him so tightly, till he felt mercy unfold
"Your secrets now spoken, and you've broken their hold"

His heart felt relieved, but
he slowly perceived, that his  
confession was heard only by
the mirror as he silently grieved