reflection

in another place
I am the same
though not so much for measure
the best is made the worst
and the rest
a place believed
a trace of something different
something matters
I can’t see
and as I was
here waiting for the time
to come again
before and there
a moon since passed
beyond was left behind
changed my way
a vagueness
of looking
my reflection to the glass
was never seen before
unnoticed by divisions
of the light

what choice again
forsaken by
a reference to the truth
though not the same
as what we were
eternities erased
unchanged by consequences
from a fall into forever
whatever wrong
was written there
is right into another place
another time
remembers us
to grace