Through the Glass

I just saw the reflection of someone else in the glass
and the way the mirror shadowed her hair
against her pale face,
for a moment it reminded me of you.
I pictured your face in the realest way that I have
since you left,
for it didn’t glorify you like my memory
or incriminate you like my dreams,
you were sitting there casually
the way you always did.
It frightens me to say the least
how quickly you come to my mind.
I see through the glass, but I can never go back,
for you sit there on the other side.
Your face was my home for a moment in time,
but at twilight I don’t mind the glass.
I know in my heart there is reason behind
the world sending you to my past.