Monday, July 30, 2012

Reflection


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I look at her.
She is quiet and still.
I approach her hesitantly. With trembling hands I lift her chin up.
Her eyes bore into mine yet they seem distant and aloof, as if searching something far behind mine.
She does not move. She is still.
I smile and she makes a futile attempt at the same.
Her eyes well up instantly and I feel the wetness on my cheek.
I encourage her and she spoke through her eyes.
I push along and she pulled back, afraid to cross the line.
She became quiet again.
With quivering lips she muttered something.
I thought I heard my name.
I looked at her and she vanished.
She vanished, leaving me to my reflection and my thoughts.

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