Broken Mirror

Broken Mirror

My eyes, shattered into infinity,
time dwells one by one.
If the tears were reflected in one,
they would be re-told in infinity.
The more they’re re-told,
the more the tear’s emotions are deepened.
Sadness is propagated.
That sadness changes its facade.
The sound in the broken mirror starts to echo.
Delicate, the sound fragments reflected one by one.
The sound has a light,
soon, the broken mirror melts into the air.
The sound dances in the spinning light.
Even the tears flirt in it.
The light reflected in the innumerable broken mirrors,
the sound rings out, becoming a single long noise.
The broken mirror, which should have never returned,
becomes once again, a single mirror.
Myself reflected in that mirror,
But only my dried up heart reflected.