Reunion

Her love lies low in cold, cold ground for far too many years. The green grass growing on his grave is watered with her tears. Lovingly crafted notes unmailed are filling up her drawer. She half expects to hear his step once more at her front door. To her dimmed eyes, the old mirror reflects the yesterdays; deep in its depth she finds him and leans to his arms and stays. They find her there and wonder at the smile upon her face; reflections from the mirror fade of other time and place.