Mirror 

Your atman is slowly dimming 

the soft touch of numbness you feel 

your strength is suddenly pointless 

something has withered within  

All that amused you in the past 

seems now devoid of all joy 

feels like your fault, but it’s not 

and blaming will do you no good 

Faces and voices 

places and noises 

memory attacks from inside 

kisses and lovers 

friends and amusements  

everything’s rotten and dry  

I’m sorry, dear mirror 

I hope you get back all the sparks 

We can start working together 

to fire, to bloom your days back.

Santos & Alba