A Mirror to Solitude

Looking down into the water,
                she sees herself.
A Reflection, wondering,
        if he sees her,
        the way she see herself,
                        in the water.

Stone.  Hollow.  A face,
        staring
out from no-where.

Remembering past loves, she wonders:
        “Is he any different?”
Realizing, that she knows,
        but can't feel.  Always Lost
        in the blindness
                of emotional lust.

A single,
        dark,
                cold
                        tear
        Falls,
        Shattering the shallow mirror.

Feeling foolish, she pulls herself up.
        Searches, finds, embraces him,
        after having just spurned his
                gentle, friendly attractions.

                Confused,
he asks himself:
        “Does she really love me?
         or am I using her for sex?”
out-paced, but unable to complain.

Two strangers,
                Fuck.

        Meeting, for the first time,

they laugh,
   and cry,
           Together.