Softly I kiss

My smeared reflection

Not for even a fleeting moment

Believing in any authenticity

Of emotion

Returning my soul

To whence it came

In the frostbitten shadows

I manage to locate

So easily

For no bright light can catch in my eyes

Trying to search out

The clear night sky

Away from the lurid

City lights

If only to hold on

To the tail of a mourning comet

And hear the whisper of life

I desensitized myself to

Unwittingly

Anna Reinertson

Saturday, November 08, 2008 8.10pm