This simple, complicated life.

Mirror.

- My blooming Dale
My nightingale
My sunshine
My soul,
Is no longer recognisable.
She's afar from me,
My sight;
I long for her touch
I want her to come back,
To close this distance between us.
But she's gone now,
Settled in the depths of my heart
And she won't return.
She's turned rock
She's numb now
She can't feel and she doesn't want to.
She's tired
And hateful of the reflection in the mirror.

~Samruddhi.