I see the reflection of nobody

I can see somebody staring, looking back at me

although no one is really there.

the shattered glass amongst the floorboards

from a mirror that once belonged to somebody

the pieces mock my broken heart

the remains scattered like my thoughts and dreams

hoping for a better tomorrow and a somebody to pull through the glass and take over my soul

when will i see myself again?

my sorrows whisper through the fragments

but suddenly, as the seasons change

and the wind no longer whistles,

everything can be mended

the glass can be restored

and so can my broken heart.