Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A hall of mirrors...


She said—she'd love me forever.
And that she always would.
That our two hearts—thoughts
"Could bond; the stars for good".

It wasn't harmony: From
The outset—that is true!
For her my sweetheart, I'
"Watch's as infants, do".

Out of the sash-window
Or that—skylight in the soul,
In reflections, light...
"Entwined—we're made whole".

Halves of the locket...
Combined, clasped.
Is what we now—became!
"In each other's grasp".

But soon these mirrors
Broke like shards of glass...
A hall of mirrors...?
"With no-truths—Alas"...

The lights ebbing darkness...
Shone on, all their paths.
But; know all hearts—break!
"Drown in hollow—baths".

Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012

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