Reflections of reflections of reflections

mirrored in the eye,

I see you standing there at the water’s edge,

the next minute

you are gone

only to reappear with the gardening shears

or getting ready for work

your smile gently teasing

your hands reaching for mine

your happy laughter

crinkling your eyes…

And then it’s gone,

my kaleidoscope of memories

and all that remains is white noise.

Till I look back into my head and look again

and again. Reflections

reflecting themselves.