Shadows linger just beyond your gaze,
The mirror holds what cannot be spoken.
Whispered echoes, fractured, and free,
Beneath the hum of forgotten clarity.
Who speaks when I am not here?
The voice trembles in the depth of silence,
Touches the edge of your reflections,
Only to slip between the tiles of memory.
A truth unsheathed, yet concealed,
Lies within the cold embrace of mirrored thoughts.
Will you dare to meet your shadow's whisper?
Or turn away, leaving the glass untouched?