I stretch out my hand,
towards the mirror.
As I see my reflection’s approaching,
meeting me half way,
I begin to feel the reality reflected
on this shiny surface.

That familiar stranger,
someone who can only possessĀ the half of me,
that lies on the other side,
inaccessible to me.
I never knew of her realities,
just reflections of truths
have I ever known.

However, stop mirroring this smile
of mine, for you don’t,
won’t, ever know
The pain that I have borne.
All that keeps us connected
are these half realities,
and our half lives.

We’re two halves of the same,
neither could substitute the half that remains.


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