Reflections

I see my tears reflected in  

The tears that she now cries.

I see my anguish peering back

From her despairing eyes.

I understand the sorrow that

Now tears her world apart.

I too can count the tattered shards

That shape her broken heart.

My sorrow is a hard year past

And hers searingly new.

My grief is fainter than it was,

Hers rips her world in two.

But when she weeps, I wipe my tears

And when she mourns, I grieve.

The pain may dim, its edges fade,

But it will never leave.