Reflection

The same knives thrown
to the same target.
End up with the same result.
Again.
Or is it getting worse?
What a shame.
Again,
As expected.

Again,
I see those wings,
And butterflies.
How beautiful!
Is it a party?
They seems having fun,
"Laugh"
"Laugh"
And "Left"

So here I go,
Decide to pick some leaves.
I wonder I shall come back later.

The Moonlight still as bright as ever
Even the stars get brighter.
And so around that river,
Again,
That person, without reason,
That gloomy face,
Smiling in the dark.

Again,
That person just smiling.
Again,
I'll just sit still or stay.
That person,
Again, whispered
"You'll regret."

Then, Again,
I smiled. "I won't"
"I were."
"I already am."
"Playing on a circle."
Again,
"You know why."

Again,
That person,
That gloomy face,
That half-empty gaze,
Smiled...
"You're stupid!"

I smiled.
I laughed.
I whispered.
"I know." I said.
"The only thing I have..."
" From the past, now..."
I wonder,
If it is until the future,
"Is that..."

That person,
Again,
Smiled. "Reflection."

Gita Ardeny,
December 3rd, 2014
1:04 p.m.