One thousand empty chairs

stretch to stage

she meets my face

and suddenly it's noon, i'm

staring in the mirror

: a distorted reflection

two people two strangers

one thousand empty chairs

stretch to stage

but we already know one

another, and I've been here before

in the mirror, an empty room

our fingers would touch

we were the same

until the show started

there were a thousand

people gathered, reaching out

touching us, touching me

and the mirror shattered