There you are staring out at me from the glass.
That smile always brightening my day,
But when I turn around I'm still standing alone.
I look back at the mirror and there you are,
My fingers touch the glass but they only touch mine.
I feel yours on top of mine, but when I look down,
Only my wrinkled fingers look back at me.
You're always there to cheer my day yet I,
Can't seem to make contact.
I feel your breadth on the back of my neck when I shave,
But when I reach to feel your touch there's no one there.
Then I see you smiling at me from the looking glass,
Looking out with your eyes aglow, you are my sunshine,
And I'm still standing here alone.
I don't mind the lack of touch for through the glass
My heart's been gently squeezed into the mirrors frame
as I watch you staring out at me from the mirror of my mind.
