Sorrow swept across her face
As the reality sets in that he will not be hers
Death has robed her silently.
As he slept he slipped into
As he sleeps I stare into his face.
So much like my own except the absence.
Missing the years of guilt and pain
Minus wear & tear that my face parades
Long ago while the mortals slept
Gods of old, scared of destiny
Mingled themselves to children.
Destiny’s wing passed them
Lurking in the dark
I grasp at the feathers on sleep’s wings.
I sit across myself in the diner
The smugness that radiates from my face
Do I feel the same about me?