The mirror greets me with a face I don’t recognise.
It isn’t exciting, nor fascinating.
A smile appears, but it is borrowed, rehearsed.
It’s not mine.
Somewhere between yesterday and now, I replaced myself.
With a shadow, I couldn’t find, or the being I want to embody.
I wonder if the reflection, too, is searching for me, or, does it know the knowledge I hold,
Or the truth I have?
The stranger does not speak, it lives through my existence.
The stranger does not hear, yet, it breathes through my silence.
One day, this stranger too,
Will walk through the memories I once held close.
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