I looked through a mirror that breathed me back,
With tattered hands it reached for me.
Promises you’d never need,
Pleading, lowly pouring shame— ribs bearing weight no one could gain.
As it shuddered under touch and turned,
Its hollowed gaze till skin it burned—
The moon that knows, the moon that sees:
The love I give on silent knees.
And I came, I willed the pain,
Wrathful, warring, self-enchained,
Wiped tears from dreams now far away,
Cleaned blood where racking silence reigned.
Under starlight, slashed and strewn,
we asked for everything too soon.
I begged the dark to spare your ruin.
Indifferent to our wounds, we crossed the land,
Through acre-wide dust and blistered sand,
To find a flame you swore remained —
A light of life not once regained.
I walked beside you, silent, meek,
cared with constancy till I could not speak.
And in that quiet, all I knew—
my mirror shattered.
There was you.