The writer resists a powerful urge to turn

And gaze into he eyes of his

Own reflection to face the

Sorrow that lies beneath

Those dark rings.

The mirror awaits for his presence

As a silent predator awaits for

Its prey.

A sudden blur happens seconds before

An object makes contact with the glass

Causing shatter.

The object thuds heavily to the

Floor lying among the broken shards

Of the mirror.

And car headlights passing a nearby window

Chases away the shadows

Revealing the object

To be a photo;

A family of the

Writer's childhood.

A memory of the past

That is broken

Into a thousand

Thoughts.