A reflection looking in the mirror
Did not see him till I looked back
he watched with niether intrest or indifference
by his left foot he kept a small sack.
I chocked at the sight of it for it was oddly reminiscent
I did not not its contents but knew it had what I lack.
He watched with niether hate or envy
By my right foot lay my own small sack.
He ignored its exsistance
for he already knew what was inside
It's contents could not hide
but I knew there would be no coexistence.