Inside the Frame

I am inside the frame,
Caught in a beautiful pain; if I disappear into the gray,
Will you still know my face?
There is a man beneath my hat; he knows the place where I collapse.
He stands inside a painted square and breathes the smoke I left in there.
There is a woman behind my eyes; she never speaks,
She never lies.
She holds the storm inside her hands and turns my fear into sand.
We are the mirror.