trouble

you are trouble to my heart

with your longing

that is obscured behind a mirror

turned sideways

only seeing part of my reflection

you are trouble to my soul

with your cries of anguish

born of a wanting

I had no part in creating

and yet my soul knows your soul’s pain

is that why you came

into my life

you are a trouble brewing

under a cover of silence

and when my being resonates

with your troubling vibration

I am drawn in

until I become a cymbal

loudly sounding

and reverberating with the distress

while you rail at me

for being the source

of all your trouble