"Mirrored Meeting"

@Uootem

As I stood there,
                  time revealed the nakedness of my heart
                                for I was looking into the mirror of her memory.
... I had to wonder why has love passed from me.

I continued to look with fixed eyes open wide to the mystery
                  as the mirror became the vision of my life
... I had wonder where has contentment gone.

Could the love I once thought I knew have been an fantasy?
Could that feeling have now escaped me for all eternity?

Will my heart ever be free again to love and to feel?
Will my thoughts ever be strong enough to forget that love was real?

As I experienced the pain of love-lost reflections,
... I had to wonder where has love gone.
                  I had to wonder was her love ever really there or
                                was it an illusion that befooled me long ago?

The mirror became fogged...
                  moisture from tears... heat from passions reflected
                                There in the turbidity she stood in the my life again
                          a causal encounter of two old friends
... I had to wonder had we ever been lovers
                  as her vision came to rest on my weariness.

Then almost immediately once I sensed something
                  arising in me that had long been extinguished.
                                She stepped forward to look into my eyes
                          and she spoke with a voice so familiar to me
                  and once again freed me from this abyss.

Her words gentle but firm... cool but friendly
                  began to pull me out from the darkness
                                I could hear something in her voice
                            that I had not heard in a while.
... I had to wonder was this the love that I miss.

The sound at once took me to a soft and protected place and
                  unlocked the emotions that reside there.
                                I began to feel a renewed sensation in me
                            growing with each passing minute.
... I had to wonder was this the love I once gave to her.

As I once again stared into the mirror... the fog now lifting
                  I could see something that was not there before...
                                Was this also an illusion?
                            No, her words were real but
Could she feel my eagerness to enter again into our world.
                  No, most likely not.
                                She only saw an phantasy of friendship, but still
                            nothing could bring me the relief and
                  comfort that her voice brought.
And for that I am grateful for our mirrored meeting.

As I turned away from my magical mirror
                ... I had to wonder does her mirror ever fog up too.
                                and if it does am I the vision in the mist she sees.
Is she also grateful for our mirrored meeting?