The Reflection...
The woman I see
Staring back at me
Doesn't seem to know me anymore
You'd of thought by now she'd know me better than ever before
The shadows of the memories hidden behind her eyes
Can only be seen by the reflection that can tell no lies
She can see every love that comes and goes
Every day with its highs and lows.
So how can she not know it's me staring back
She should know me even though the reflection is slightly cracked
She should know the curve of my imperfect smile
And the fact that I lack any real style
She should have known that once upon a time I believed in me
That my heart was open and free.
Why can't she recognize the reflection gazing at her with longing and desire
Can't she see that I am so hoping she will remember there use to be passion and fire
That forever burned deep and constant; sometimes smoldering, other times enflamed
And her heart resisted all futile attempts of ever being tamed
Why can't the woman before me see the dreams I have are still real
And that for the moment I have no idea how I should feel.
So, for now I guess I'll linger a little longer
Stand there and listen as my heart beats a little stronger
Stare deeply into the eyes of the stranger before me
And hope that one day she will see
The person she use to know so well and then maybe I won't feel so lost or broken
Until then I will hold in my heart all the words that remain unspoken.
