Waiting

How can this face

find a door through the silver image

to shatter the profile crafted by time,

the memories from mistakes,

undo the broke hearts

left on the trail for a queen’s crown.

 

Love left unrequited

for suitors who were cast aside

so their gifts could be cherished

because inside the emptiness

just had to be filled.

 

Now in this luxury

the image my only companion

as I hear the laughter of children

that I’ll never have.

 

One in the limelight feels so warm,

but it is cold and numb

when at night it shines alone.

 

Can I undo this portrait

and reclaim the happiness

sacrificed for a prize,

if only those I and rejected

would now return my calls

so I could recover the person

who hides behind that mirror.