It departed, but left pain.
For who am I now?
I looked into a mirror and saw its reflection, yet I questioned what I saw.
Could this be me?
Why should I believe this object to reflect I? If I disappear, does it not do the same for the next person?
Horrid at this realization, I run.
She runs too.
She must submerse herself till she chokes to find out who she is
And wait for her third self to save her.
And when she appears,
She must never let go, for this is she;
This is who will save her.