blowing kisses
at mirrors
won’t bring you
back into
view,
wish i were giving
in a way
that made it worth
your trip
back
into these
arms.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
blowing kisses
at mirrors
won’t bring you
back into
view,
wish i were giving
in a way
that made it worth
your trip
back
into these
arms.
hands in the garden 
There is something to say about mirrors and what they reflect. What a wonderful poem!
Thanks Maria, I am glad it resonated with you. 🙂