What can we do?
You ask me through stained glass,
Only one reflection is cracked,
While the other's eyes wander.
Echoes ring through hollowed hearts,
Shattering already broken bones.
The flesh rips open, pulsing and alive,
Shivering in the presence of the heart,
Of the pure soul,
From where our sighs slip,
Escaping the twists of time.

Taking a cracked shard of mirror,
One observes no reflection,
Suddenly horror stricken to realize the truths among lies.
Whispering lips brush each shoulder,
An invisble arm reachs out to tip the broken mirror,
Revealing both souls, brightly with judgement in eachothers eyes.
The medium drops, forgotten,
Both breathing, living bodies turn and gaze unto one another,
Never needing to ask why.