Reflection

There he is.
That haunting shard of glass
who glints so slightly in the darkness
that encompasses me.

My eyes do not know his face,
but they somehow recognize
its features.

His lips, doused in the sweet
nectar of his blurred reality.
His nose, dusted in the icy winter
snow of addiction.
His eyes, overflowing with the pain of memories,
yet empty.
Devoid of all hope.

I look at him,
try to understand him,
try to put together the pieces
of his broken soul.

But I cant.
It is too dark.
I can see nothing
but myself.