The smoke in the mirror is getting more solid now.
The wisps of ash and streaks of perfumed vapour form a silhouette.
I see you now, just like you see me, from behind the glass.
I turn away, your gaze too overwhelming.
You watch, quietly.
We stand there for hours, not saying anything.
I turn back and see you step forward.
There’s a moment’s silence. I reach forward and stretch out my hand.
You take it,
and step out.
