A foggy mirror, that's all the past is now.
I broke it into a million pieces.
I guess that explains my luck lately somehow.
So I sit here and look into the past.
It's a painful reflection
and it seems to come into focus so fast.
I wipe away the image,
I wipe away my tears.
The funny thing is,
the image was of all the wonderful years.
I messed up
and I'm moving on.
I pick up the pieces,
What's done is done.


Copyright ©2008  Gretchen Ann Decker

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