A glance of your face in reflections surrounds me,
a second look.
A ghostly figure, once there, quickly fades away,
gone.
Close my eyes tight, you’re still there,
holding on.
How did I get here?
What have I done again?
A heart that aches, reliving moments of you.
Pulled in all directions,
broken and torn.
You’re here with me,
in my reflection.
Our hearts are joined, minds running circles.
Tag,
your turn.
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