Glass mirror

I've been looking in the mirror for some time now,
Confusion and worry written deep on her face,
My hand moves to her reflection, and sits on the cool glass,
Searching for the girl who's disappeared without a trace,

My eyes wander over the girl's body, trying to find some resemblance,
Her dark cloths, and skinny frame, with scars remaining down deep,
Her fingers so delicate and short, one hand on the glass mirror,
Then my eyes trace over the bruises under her eyes, from lack of sleep,

My breath hitches, and tears glide down my pale face,
My chin trembles and I let out a cry of pain,
I cannot believe the girl I see in the glass mirror,
Is this the person I missed, does she still remain?

I slowly set both hands on her reflection,
Longing for the deep brown eyes I see,
The body, heart, and soul of the girl,
What I really want, is what used to be me.

Written by Makalah Oct. 19, 2008