your reflection
 

I went to leave and I saw your image shimmering there
floating in my own misery,
Come to me
lift the illusion of your reflection
and rise from the water
help me turn around
let my eyes focus
let me see you
The feeling of your breath on my shoulders leaves me arounsed but tormented
glued to my own frustation
my eyes locked onto this puddle
washing away all the light
lets me stand here watching you
figuring you
wondering
why it is only you I can see
oh this poisoned mirror
false in my hope
I never leave

Nice, my thoughts excatly.... You seem to have captured a moment in my time. Thanks

I like the way you create a 'scene' in your poem. I can totally visualize the moment.

Thanks a lot guys :)