Real Time

A play with no acts
the mirror broke into 1.000 pieces
each on a cut deep enough to feel
reflects too clearly the face that i could not see
I was half way across the bridge to meet you
when i realized you weren't waiting for me
the bridge was just smoke
i was dancing over the graveyard
and with just a wisp of real wind
the waves of reality swept over me
and into the abyss
reminded again
it was just a reflection of me - the face i couldn't see
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