Sometimes I think I see her,
Her distinguished face among the mass,
A ghost-like smile hovering,
Her eyes full of broken dreams,
Full of things she's afraid to say.

When I see her face,
I try to wave,
Smile,
Call out to her
But it seems every time she cannot hear me.

She is only visible for a fleeting moment,
Disappearing into her fallen world,
Her heart shattered beyond repair,
Her eyes blind to happiness,
And her ears deaf to encouragement.

Sometimes I think all she is,
Is an Illusion sent to haunt me,
Illusions played by the trick of the wind,
A game to get me scared,
A reason to tug on my heart.

Today, I saw her again,
Instead of looking away or blinking,
I stared on and waved,
And this time she waved back,
But it was a warning

She stayed there,
Staring back with her sad eyes,
Her smile matching a ghost's.
It was only then that I realized,
I was staring at a mirror.