Through the looking glass

Through the looking glass he stares, he see's her.
Pictures overlapping one another, fading in and out, mist twirling about obscuring his view.
Images of a happier time blur in and out of his vision.
The kiss in the rain, the embrace by the lake.
He sees the love that used to be in her eyes when she would look at him.
He see's her in a dress of white walking down the isle towards him, he sees the ring upon her finger.
He see's all the potential the future once held.
He tries desperately to grab ahold of the images only to see them swirl between his fingers like smoke.
Now all he see's is the disinterest when she looks thru him.
His heart aches as each image comes into the light.
As they fade out a piece of his soul goes with them.
He see's the promises made and the promises broken.
Thru the looking glass he stares..
one final image to see, an image of himself letting the love he felt for her go.

It is indeed a very beautiful poem.

Good job!
Keep it up.