If, how many times we asked ourselves if, and with regret we look back at many wrong choises, a wrong turns at easy crossroads, going down when we should have been climbing...yes...if we only...

I don’t know what he saw,
the man looking back at me
from the other side of the mirror,
he had that questioning look,
like asking me, “why?”
as if I were some kind of fool
to let her, my dream of dreams,
open that good-bye door
and no reach through distances
holding her forever, no letting go.

But that man, at the other side
over my shoulder took a look,
not convinced that this old man
was really here and all alone,
saddened eyes he had for me
but also a disdain inside them I saw,
a fatalistic shrug of his shoulder
and he went away with one last nod,
leaving me with a most frozen
empty mirror in an empty room.