Shimmering Reflections - a Selection of Poetry

Cracks and Faults

They call you fleeting

As if you could run

As if you had agency.

You would turn and go

Of your own volition,

Escape and voyage afar.

Yet I know, even

In my mind so porous,

That you cannot, do not, would not.

The fault is mine

For letting you all slip,

Slide through the cracks.

I wasn't strong enough

And now you are gone

Replaced by falsity and regret.

I watched you get swallowed

By my fear and weakness.

Gone from my sight.

I would seek you out,

If for a moment I thought

you'd be there.

Waiting for me.