you taught me how to be alone

when mirrors turn reflections into bits

of selfhood dissipated into space,

and memories rush through the haze

of otherness crystallising into faith,

a flight toward belief

entrenched to catch

those melodies in slow formation

of regained trust,

to being just a blank beginning,

a mind in movement

crossing toward a closed horizon

that ends where zenith meets the gaze,

one day when promises no longer hurt to turn

backwards into a silence broken down by hope,

that spoke to no one but that wondering remorse

of will shattered back into itself.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Non-eternal’, by Max Richter)