The Mirror

The Mirror
Kay Rice

She looked at me as if I were a stranger,
Unknowing my face, as if I were the danger.
I knew her when we both were like mice,
Perfectly, perfect and ever so nice.

Now she gasps, as if I mean her harm,
Slowly, she reaches out  for my arm.
Shaking, as if she is approached by a ghost,
Trying to find the girl she remembers the most.

Two girls, from a world now, so far away,
I chose to live, to run and she chose to stay.
Her aged hands reach out, crippled by strife,
Her eyes now dulled by her choice in life.

Obeying her vows came with such a high price,
Trying to be perfect and always so nice.
She looks into a face of what should have been,
Eyes mirror the dreams which could never begin.

A tear falls as we try to touch through the glass,
A life of chances, of dreams and hopes have passed.
I pull back, walk away, no longer can I bear,
the reflection of the girl who chose to stay there.