Mirror Within Mirror Poem by Yasmin Hemmat

I hang upon the wall;
alone,
fragile,
silent.

Each night
I watched her
weeping within me.

Her eyes
were black holes
where the secret of creation
lay buried
in unfathomable depths.

Her tears
were molten stars
slowly descending
along the length of her cheeks.

Her lips
were a crescent moon
that never became full.

And her hair
was forgotten constellations
that no longer
showed a single traveler
the way home.

Yesterday morning
I waited for her.
She never came.

Perhaps
the sun at the heart of her galaxy
had gone dark.

And I,
still hang upon the wall,
alone,
fragile,
silent.

Perhaps
she was the mirror
in which
I had been weeping
all along.