Reflections of Us

A photograph slips from the spine of a book,

two children grinning, a glimpse with one look.

One face a mirror, the other obscured,

memories dance, though my mind feels unsure.

Who was the laughter, who whispered the dreams?

One foot in the past, where the sunlight redeems.

A flicker of motion, now frozen in time,

I reach for the truth, but it’s lost in the grime.

Twinned souls in the frames of a half-remembered past,

one wears the shadow, the other wears light.

Yet here in this moment, I’m grasping at air,

questioning fragments of a self unaware.