Used to Be

My friend looks a lot like me.

When I stare into this mirrored glass there is she.

Looking back at me.

I place my hand upon the smooth surface.

Seeing that she is also nervous.

Trembling behind the mirrored glass.

There is no need to ask.

I know how she feels.

Wondering if I am also real.

The warmth of blood pumping in our veins.

I know that she must feel the same.

Our breath fogging up the glass.

She's trying to make this moment last.

No. Don't go away.

She tries to say.

Wish I could let you stay.

I turn away.

But we are in two separate worlds.

There is still a hint of that small girl.

Looking back at me.

A reminder of who I used to be.

Can't you see?

You are no longer part of me.

Dead little girl.

You are not part of my world.

I put on my mask.

While you are trapped behind this mirrored glass.

Forever and a day.

That is where you are going to stay.