“How many faces must you burn
to find the precious one you lost
countless years ago when the world
and everything else in it
were naive too, just like you and me,
foolish, stubborn and ignorant?”
I keep on asking over and over
while a sense of desperation creeps in
as both the pitch and loudness rise until
my voice cracks in utter resignation,
from the queries though only silence ensued,
for my humble mirror holds no magic spell.