My Book of Poems

Ghost

I look into the reflective glass.
There are two of me.
Her features ghost like.
Because a ghost is what I see.

A shield has formed.
Between us two.
A silver glint in my eyes.
But her pain has shone through.

Her body is transparent.
Whereas mine is whole.
Her shield is yet to develop.
Mine has covered my soul.

As I look into her pain stricken face.
I see all of my past.
The process of my armor.
She pressed her hand on the glass.

I look into her eyes,
And do the same.
The heat surging from our palms.
Until the cool glass remains.

I look up at her,
And her eyes are no longer clear.
Her shield is up, her eyes covered in grey.
Mine are now covered with tears.

My defense is broken.
Her silver eyes shimmer,
Amongst her smirking face.
My ghost left behind her mirror.