i look into my mirror
my eyes searches my soul.
my reflection lives life backwards
growing young as i grow old.
it's seen my whole life,
but stands silent, staring,
revealing not a thing
about what is to come.
i sit here, imagining blindly
the future me.
someday, i'll be away from home,
and amongst my own:
ever learning.
then, i live alone,
though i always said i wouldn't,
in an apartment above the streets
of some unknown
but surely glamourous city.
then at night I'll lay
with my lover's arms around me
watching the tonight show
after a hard day's work
feeding the cats
putting the kids to sleep.
a cozy life that I've always thought
could never belong to me.
I'll grow older, and my kids
will leave home.
the classic story.
my soul-mate will die,
and again i am alone.
with effort i walk to the window
in my empty, hollow house,
and look out at the rainy night.
i know that tonight
i will die.
the raindrops roll down
mimicking my tears.
and in the night,
the wet glass,
i see my reflection,
the same young eyes that have watched me
grow old.
i remember being 14,
imagining this time,
dying.
now i am my reflection,
we've switched sides
and i can't get out.
my reflection,
but a child now,
watches me,
weeping silently
as i close
my eyes
this one
last
time.
-(c) Rachel Buglione-Corbett 2000
(added 12-14-00(
Zlata Poem