Mirrored Reflections and Unseen Connections

Sometimes she speaks of things she claims to know little of,

yet her words strike deep—startling, accurate, enough.

She feels what I feel, sees through the same lens I do,

experiences shared by none, now mirrored in two.

Is she slipping into my mind,

as I open up and become vulnerable?

This playful dance, this cynical flirt,

only stokes the flames, only deepens the hurt.

Up until now, I’ve tried to be a friend,

but I feel like the wind.

The in-between, the unseen,

the transition to a life pristine.

The new beginning during an end,

it’s losing value, while time is spent.