She was never anything more than a mirror.
At first, the mirror was clean -
it clearly reflected my love,
excitement, and passion back to me.
But, the mirror grew dusty over time.
Things were not reflected back with the same intensity,
colors faded, passion grew muted.
Soon, the mirror was no longer pointed at me,
there was no more reflection, good or bad.
All I could see was the darkness behind the mirror -
the confused grey swirl of need and uncertainty.
I have not seen myself reflected in her eyes
in longer than I dare to count;
and now, not only can I see myself more clearly,
but I can see her as well.