Ghost in the mirror.

I have see your smile reflected 

a thousand times across these

distorted walls in this 

maze of mirrors in my mind.

And in these silent moments, 

I hear the sound  of your chuckle,

echoing back and forth 

between my love-sick hemispheres

And behind my eyelids, I can 

see your gaze piercing my pupils,

and I see your eyelids crinkling

at the corners the way they 

always do when you laugh

 at the sentence I don't even

have to finish.

I wish I could find you.

But everywhere I look there is just

another reflection of you,

 and I don't even know where 

the light is coming from anymore.

And I feel like someone has given me the

wrong prescription glasses, 

because everywhere I look I see you,

 and I see you in everyone I see,

In old lady who give me 

your understanding look while

 I wait to pay for my groceries.

Or in the little boy on my street 

who flashes me your mischievous grin.

But In my lost world of illusions, 

in this amalgam of conflicting images

I know,

that this vacuous world seems 

so much brighter and clearer,

because I knew you.