As strangers we are.
I have never met you.
Not meeting, not ever glancing your way.

Like a crumpled stained piece of paper I let go.
A memory folded over so many times 'til faded and withered.

A presence that I do not know.
A shadow that passes over and through..

Like a shiver that runs up my spine.
Like the goosebumps that travel up and down my skin.
You travel my memory...

Once someone..
Now strangers.

Yet there is an effect that I cannot control.

Through the mirror. Through the reflection.
I see..