The Mirror that fell of the wall

Just like the night has eyes
You also had all your eyes on me
You always starred at me
unashamed
You were never ashamed or afraid to be honest with me
You never Judged me
I did that on my own
You were just wise to reflect what you saw
In perfect silence
I would sometimes get angry at you
Not that it was your fault,
that my clothes hugged me,
revealing my unwelcome love handles
Just like the night has eyes
you also had all your eyes on me
You were there for me, my kids, my visitors
Everyone entering my space, noticed you, noticing them
I have travelled from flat, to house, to cottage, to town, to city, to countryside, to beach front view apartment and back to house with you
Ours was a long-term relationship of relevence and silence
In retrospect you were one of my more stable relationships
We had a silent yet powerful relationship
Even in the night, you let your presence, felt and be known.
I still turn around, even after the acceptance that you are gone
to see a white wall,
empty
also grieving the loss of your presence.
I never knew what to say
What to feel
or what to do
but pick up the broken pieces when I got the call that the wind had blown you off the wall
and you now lay in 8 irregularly shaped pieces
To be exact.
Some pieces, just scraping the top of my son's head who was walking past you.
You were never dangerous
I knew that
You left him unscarred
Several sharp-edged thoughts went through my mind
The superstitios say your breakage means 7 years of bad luck
I chose to remember what Mama used to say:
When something breaks, it marks that old things are gone and behold all things become new
I walk about in the same room, were you paraded your African beauty
and realise
that I no longer worry about who is looking at me
who is watching me
it is as though I was always
waiting
to be judged and i had gotten used to hearing your silent views
and other peoples point of view
about me
but like Mama used to say, old things are past and behold all things are new
mirror off the wall, your 8 pieces lie as a piece of art and a mosaic
a beauty to behold
on how, even after being shattered
you still remain a piece of art
I dont see myself through you in the same way
you no longer see me in the same way you used to
Just like the night has eyes
I reflect about your reflection
8 after all is the number of  new begginings
© Zoom