The Glass that Knows

Loitering in front, I saw my reflection and something else... a whisper just outside my reach.

If you listen closely, sometimes you can hear it murmuring secrets you thought buried.

"Have you seen the rest of me," I ask, "the parts scattered across these empty rooms." You nod, though I can tell you don't see it either. Just the shadows in corners, the ghosts playing hide-and-seek.

Perhaps, all that's left is what remains in these mirrors.