Broken Mirrors

Melancholy Dance Of Lost Fragments

Photo by Erik Eastman on Unsplash

Our image got lost in the middle of two facing mirrors.
The infinity mirror
Where love becomes endless
Inside a series of smaller and smaller reflections
That appears to recede to foreverness.
Surrounded by unforgettable longing
Until we were broken into countless pieces in we become
I still have a red thread tied to my left wrist
Because in the Melancholy dance of lost fragments
I can see our souls
Although broken, our crystals are still mirrors.