Reflection in my mirror.

I saw you early today,
earlier than you usually show yourself.
Your smile was almost gone,
just a little draw at the corner of your mouth.
I saw the clothes hanging on you like on a scornful bird’s scarecrow.
Your eyes have fallen in and lack the glow that made so many to smile.
Your face has become gray and your hair thinner.
I can see the gloss has gone off your hair,
now more than ever.
I saw you walking down the street without any destination.
Just your empty glare on the windows of promises.
Your walk has gone slow and I see your lips stuck with a fag.
I see you coughing and breaking into a stifled cry,
dropping the fag to the pavement
I see you crawl up the stairs to your home and creep under a blanket.
Your day is filled with silence and loneliness that slowly evaporate your existence.
The light from the pale shining bulb reflect the last hope throughout your life.
Your life has been so full of loss and now the last of them is coming for you.
I can not forget nor can I remember what tomorrow bring about missing you.
Your life was long lost,
and your heart burst for the last time looking into my eyes.
I can only dream of helping you,
but the forces I’m up against eat everything.
The last journey of your life end where all travels ends,
it is in the dark eternal silence.
I know each one of your dreams and hopes,
and I know about your last wishes.
Your long and sore journey ends in pain and humility.
Nothing will show your beautiful mind or the words you spoke with your pen.
I turn to you and look into your eyes,
only pain and a barely seen draw in the corner of your eye.
The last contact with a human for you,
not nearly recognized or noticed.
Maybe the last picture of you are encapsulated in a mirror.
Wonder if it is not the same, when I see the reflection in my mirror?