Frozen Memories

(New here and it's my first time posting, so any feedback would be awesome. 🙂)

Through clear old glass in this cabin of wood

I sit thinking of all things that could.

Light covers all in a single direction

As I stare at this same old reflection.

Its hands like mine and so are its eyes

Yet falling rain make it look like it cries.

It cries its woes without a sound

But as I look I become spellbound.

Why are you here? Are you really me?

Are you just here to remind me of she?

Much time passed since she had gone

And by now I should've moved on.

But why can't I conquer my past?

Maybe I want those memories to last?

Of course I do they're things I love

The other of which is now up above.

With all things close now far long gone

It makes me wonder when I'll move on.

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