Silvered Mirror

Standing here, looking into the mirror,
I can't help but wonder what's behind its silvered surface,
what's happening on the other side of the glass?
What is being kept from me.
Are you standing there, waiting on the opposite side,
trying to look through at me?
Or is that just my dream, my hope,
the thing that will cast me into ruin in the end.
That may be the case,
but I will never know,
until the glass shatters.
And until then, I still believe,
You are looking back at me.
Together but apart, each staring into the mirror, we cry,
and the mirror reflects back on us still.