Back in time

"I miss you."

Staring into the mirror at the bayou,

I remember a time it was true.

What looked back at me looked like me

but had no joy in its eyes nor any life in its being.

It was missing my spirit,

or was mine stolen?

I don't see any confidence,

is mine broken?

Bent was its spine,

Circles under its eyes,

A faint, breaking smile,

It stared at me with its hollow gaze.

My eyes closed with its,

and together we dreamt,

of a world where time was slow when spent.

This time told tales of a different girl,

one with a smile that could light the world.

She was innocent and forgiving,

Inpired and becoming,

She lived to live, and smiled through life.

A sigh escaped my relfection and I,

we spoke to the vision,

"I miss you," said I.

Deep in our minds,

the vision smiled and looked at my ghost and I,

her whisper lingered as she faded, leaving her words with me,

"I miss you too," said she.