Be My Reflection

Your image is in the glass in my soul, where your face moves Through mine. The brim fills in love and pours over time. The mirror with who I am is binding—and cannot contain Your light. It shatters the window image of home. Losing your heart, I’m alone. On hands and knees I feel the glass—for your Life to my soul. From millions of scraps of me, I’m cut through more deep, and Bled my blood, strained in jar, that you feel it.