She.... Poem by valsala shan

She, the one and only she who is there..
She, the stranger who stares back at me from there
She, the woman who is here and yet not there…
Who is she that I see over there, yonder beyond the reflection that stares straight at me?

She, a fragment of my perception that she is not…
She, the image that is present for now but disappears as I peer into her…
She, the spirit of my essence, in the glass she is caught…
She, the depth of my truth, she, the self-imposed lover…
The she is a shadow of me…

She, who is not me and yet me…
Who is she and who is me….
I know not and care not…
For I do not live for she…..she lives for me