Broken Mirror

In the broken mirror I see the face of someone
I used to know, no more the lace around
the neck that once graced its
innocence, in place of lofty
feelings piled high
there is only
smoldering
bitterness
from all
the broken
vows we made
with life before the
reaper came along to mow
us down, remember we are mortal
and you’ll be fine as long as you are humble
the memories of your other lives will come flooding
back on you embracing you like a long lost child among your friends