The surface ripples as thoughtless hands
explore the whispers of ever-haunting tales.
Do you see yourself, or the one you've never been?
Fragments trace alongside the silvery perimeter,
a figure without a name, utterly intangible.
In the darkened corners where one may seldom seek,
Lies an echo of memories submerged,
grasping solidity in tears of frost.
Conversations tumble silently,
caught in circles of what might have been.
An unspoken lament settles into timelessness,
binding itself between whispered curvatures.