Away from the crowds, the looking glass stained with years of regret

lamplight dim – a slight glow shines on the mantelpiece where his picture stands

love has gone now, never to return. Your scent still adorns my being

I wonder where, how, what, you are today

I stare out the window, the sky is alive with bright stars – they look back at the face of reflection

Scavenger fox sits in the porch waiting for scraps. He stares at my quiet silhouette

Repetition over days, weeks, months, years. If he could talk, he would speak wise words

Go to the mantelpiece and dim the lamplight forever