Mirage.

the stranger.

Now when I stare at the mirror,

All I can see is a stranger.

I do not understand my reflection,

How did she get here?

How did she find her way back home,

When I'm still lost,

At the crossroad where you abandoned me.

So whose tears are these,

That I witness through the glass?

They can't be mine,

Because I had emptied myself

Of such emotions.

So who is this girl?

Staring back at me?

She seems to search for something,

And I know she's searching for me.

As I have been.