Lament the Firebird
These candle-flame shadows dance around me
Changing the mirror's image to one that's not me.
Instead I see a firebird.
A regal phoenix with blazing, too-deep eyes.
I miss you.
I turn away from that haunting image.
Think of nothing else, but the birds outside.
Anything to distract myself from the fiery memories,
Anything to help me forget the sight of your burning shadow on the wall.
Phoenix are birds too, though…
The cycle repeats itself.
There's a tug from inside
The ever-unwanted reminder of what we were;
Shadows, Nothings, Forgotten, Nonexistent.
But "He" doesn't care about the pain.
"He" still has his heart.
I dare chance the mirror again.
There you are, blazing plumage and eyes.
I can almost taste wood-fire in the air.
Wood-fire and cigarettes. How very like you to torture me thus.
Wood-fire has become the stench of death,
Those cancer-sticks are on the list as well.
Firebird… oh sweet Phoenix
I beg you, rise again from the ashes you left behind!
But then… there weren't any ashes, were there?
Only their forgotten shadows…
Only lies.
Another hour passes by,
An hour spent staring in that lonely mirror.
It shows naught but your face.
Only a memory's shadow.
Are we nothing but forgotten dreams, my phoenix?
"He" gives another tug,
This one more persistent and I do believe he's irritated.
His heart is longing again, so I regretfully slip back into the shadows of a shared mind.
He's the real one.
After all, Nothings can never hope to walk in the light.
Not for long, anyways.