A Letter to Metro
By: M. MacMinn
The light falls from the roof,
glistens on the brick
and glows on the wood
It works like magic
attracting the soul
It is the earth
it is whole
Touching the part that begins
confusing the part that holds
clinging to the picture
Who is this to me,
and who am I to you?
A stranger, that appears and reappears
attraction that vanishes
in given days
Falling into place
lights to brick to wood
separating
Just a reflection in the window
You are the other side of the mirror
the part you see and know, unable to touch
Lost to me
I am lost to you
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