The Lover in the Mirror

That Lover in the mirror—

If he is my second-half I wonder.

I talk to you and you talk to me;

I wave my hand and you wave your hand;

We visit us in our rooms alike.

Oh both of our worlds are just the same!

…I kiss you, touch you, but coldness prevails…

Or are both of our worlds just different?

That place beyond your room I’ll never know;

I wave my right and you wave your left;

I breathe out my words, but can’t hear yours.

Am I his second-half would he wonder—

That Lover in the mirror?