“Blank Mirror”,
Just this morning, as I washed the night away,
I glanced at myself through my mirror’s glass.
Inside of it was a handsome young man from past days,
And I studied him intensely as he looked back.
A ghost of my former self?
“Hello? How did you appear in my reflection?”
But he did not seem to hear or care,
Simply staring as if he was watching a resurrection,
And leading me to ask: “Who’s there?”
Who could it be?
His hands sprang out of the frame,
Grabbing onto my collar and pulling it.
He replied, “You will never again be the same.”
I desperately tried and succeeded to get free of his grip.
What do I really see?
I rubbed my eyes and blinked profusely,
Yet was only met with my image gazing through me.
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