I wake up for the third time that night,
I go to the bathroom and the mirror stops me like a brick wall
I try not to look, but can’t resist
And there i am
Humpty Dumpty having a great fall

I stare into the eyes of a familiar stranger
Thinking, this couldn’t possibly be me.

Could it be?

I stare at the familiar strangers eyes, getting lost in the green depths of what could’ve been and what could be

Could this familiar stranger possibly be me?

I stare at the familiar strangers eyes and the depths of green change to grass and i see a shadow of a little girl dancing, so innocent and so free
That little girl couldn’t possibly be me.

Could it be?

I look into the familiar strangers eyes and see tears wallowing up just begging to spill,
I try to look away but i can’t, I’m stuck still.
I see promises
Promises of marriage
Promises of kids
Promises of a happy home
Promises of loyalty

I crawl through the mirror and step into the strangers shoes like stepping into an old pair of slippers still formed to your feet
I feel broken.
Broken promises
Broken love
Broken dreams
Broken trust
A broken puzzle, begging to be re-pieced

I scramble around grabbing the pieces trying to make them fit as fast as i can
Then before i know it,
I’m pushed out of the mirror like a time portal.

And now i look at the familiar stranger staring back at me and i know,
this is most definitely.....
Me