Mirrored Windows

Burning candles Hours and hours of loving you and yet you’re still away.

Where is the time going Where is the fire going It’s Friday night so I never have to go to bed, The night has no end It ends me instead.

The mirror reminds me: you exist — If I’d open the window I would dissolve in the rain There’s no one in me And in the water, No pain.

Comforted by the silence of songs I hear over and over again I’m here, moving, yet not aware So, for all I know, I am nowhere Not moving, not breathing — it’s just the wind out there.

Despite what I do, I always wonder… Which side of the window are you?