What the Mirror Knows

When did my life turn such a way,

That in the glass I see today

A stranger’s eyes look back at me,

As if to ask who I might be.

The mirror knew before did I,

The slow exchange of truth for lie,

The youth that slipped, the dreams grown small,

It watched, and never spoke at all.

The air is thin, the walls draw near,

The room feels smaller than it did last year;

The books, the chair, the silent floor;

They know me less than once before.

The glass stands cold, the face unclear,

It holds no comfort, year by year;

I meet its gaze, then turn away,

For there’s nothing left of me to stay.

Written: 2025