Mirror

The Northern wind rasps it's cold breath in my ear,
And my fingers curl around hers,
Then unfurl, like a blossom
disturbed by the harsh chill of winter.
She cries. I am helpless
But patient and details flourish.
Embellished through months of misdirection.
How much longer will she punish herself?
I ask my reflection,
Who stares back at me, vacant.