What lay beneath that mirror
As it reflected back the truth
I could only guess at.
The months had come and gone
Like blackbirds on a frosty lawn
Staying only briefly
But flying away to somewhere new.
She sat there reading
Taking in only the words she wanted to see
Each sentence becoming her story
He sat there writing
Adding a message with every word
Every line becoming his story
The passers by watched with envy
As they took each others hand
Smiling warmly as they left
Walking bravely without a care.
Until at last they drifted from sight