What do I do now?

I am just a reflection
in a passing window;
a warped image of loneliness.

Detached...

I see myself drifting away,
shivering across the water;
a hazy form lost in the mist.

If I cannot find myself,
how will he find me?

Who said that we must not
exist merely to please another?

A lonely lover...

I feel the heat of the sun,
but my shadow is cold;
I feel the wind blowing past,
stealing a final breathless sigh.

And still my heart beats on...

Lora Frikken ~ 5-27-08