Reflection

I heard the cries of
a young girls heart
when she learned they
had to part
the days had passed
the blood was shed
she looked so fragile,
almost dead
i watched her enter
and saw her eyes
filled with sadness
as she walked by
she knelt down slowly
and said her goodbyes
rose from the grave
looked into my eyes
and finally, i could see
the crying girl... was me

i left a lot of room for interpretation in this poem. but it means a lot to me. votes & comments would be appreciated