The way I see her
Changes
Reflections in puddles
Tall tree branches still bare of leaves
And a sky still grey after spring storms

I watch her move through the day
Oblivious
She floats through moments
Unaware and wandering
And I cannot reach her

Mirrors along hallway walls
Capture her
Then release
Tiny pieces of her whole
For the world to witness

The way I see her
Changes
Day fades to evening
Pink rooftop sunsets
And dying light

Her shadows blend
With the night
Until I no longer know
Where she ends
And I begin.

Leigh-Anne Fraser 2014