I stand aside an open door afraid to step inside
A vision of a long lost love implies a great divide
Between effort past and motive true, anguished through and through
Enfeebled by the memories of what I could not do

The smallest movement side to side or back or up or down
Changes what we see of us in ways we find profound
Reflections show reality twisted inside out
What seems so true when first observed ends up a silent shout