Nothing Else

I saw myself in the mirror tonight.

I gazed deeply into the reflection and truly analyzed ever crevasse,

Every tear,

Every line,

Every Strain,

Every picture of raw emotion painted upon my canvas.

I analyzed it all.

By the time I had backed up from the reflection, I no longer understood

What was she doing here?

Who was she?

Most importantly,

What had she taken away from me?

There was a spirit she left behind.

She was beautiful, a miracle, maybe even an angel.

I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought I did.

But I took too long, didn't I?

Her wings are being torn out...

Ripped to shreds and discarded into oblivion.

I miss her, although I have no idea who she is

Or who I am,

Or where she came from,

Or where I came from.

Just shreds,

And tears,

And nothing else.