The Mirror World

I look in the mirror and
who do I see?
Someone stands there, who
is a reflection of me.
I get caught up in the details,
the faults here and there.
Somehow it tranfixes me and
I'm taken somewhere.
I'm nether far nor close
and I suppose.
That a glimpse is all I can
ever transpose,
Of that world in the mirror
that does not exist.
But forever captivates me with
all of its twists.

Behind the cool glass sits
a very strange past.
A past that could be mine,
but nothing that could last.
The mirror girl is forever unmarred.
She is perfect and still, and
has never been scarred.
There is magic where she is,
fixable and real.
That smile of hers matches
my own.
But the cleverness of it,
I could never master alone.

So, I sit here and she
stays there.
The distance and place something
that I'll always bear.
She is in her world and I
in mine.
But I get the feeling that's
the right sort of line.
I do not envy her magic, nor
her way of changing the past.
I only resolve myself to
making my own magic last.
And then I step away,
from that reflective glass.