Upon one side of mirrored glass, you stand,
My friend eternal, lost in some distant land.
Your eyes perceive not my silent, yearning gaze,
Through this one-way glass, my soul's torment displays.
In laughter and in tears, you move unaware,
Unseeing of my presence, my despair.
I reach, I touch, yet glass meets my plea,
I can but feel for you, in this silent sea.
Unheard, unseen, a ghost within your sphere,
Yet in each heartbeat whispers, “I am here.”
In every smile that graces your sweet face,
I feel the ache of love, trapped in this hidden space.
You are the moon, the sun, my starlit night,
Trapped in death’s silence, I cherish your light.
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