I see you
In the folds of nightmare fears–
In the puddles of spilled river tears–
In the mirrors I used to revere.

I feel you
When the world fogs thick and black–
When clocks spring forward and then fall back–
When I see the mirror, veined with cracks.

I am you
Everywhere my footsteps tread–
Every time I don't know what's ahead–
Everywhen I see myself mirrored instead.

But I'm not you anymore–
Long ago, I shut that door.
And that may not be a score–
But I just can't be your encore.

My veins fill with your melody–
And so I write your élégie.