Mirage

She was my favorite
Doe-eyed and fresh
Gently loved
Sweet as snow
Falling softly down
Pure in every way
Until she wasn’t
When the rains came
Sluicing away the mirage
Daydream suicide

I was young then
A character out of time
Feeling her pulse
It beat in perfect rhythm
With my pounding heart
It felt like love
Generously applied
And overflowing
Until it emptied
Leaving me behind

It was then that I cried
That moment of realization
The facade lifted
Revealing the truth of her
A perfect demon
Dressed in angel whites
Waiting to be forgiven
But it never comes
As water turns to ice
Freezing my emotions

She was my favorite
All toe-shoed and twinned
With the girl in the mirror
Who turns when she turns
To face reality.

Sam