Through the mirror
But did not touch the reflection.
She did not stand with her silver dress
She only leaned in to kiss me,
And through the glass I felt her rosy lips.
How could this be possible?
But they were warm and comforting,
Despite her icy appearance.
She tasted like sour fruit.
"Do you not understand?"
She whispered through the kiss.
"Do you not know who I am?
What I am? I am not like you."
I did not answer. I did not care who she was.
She was mine.
And I loved her as much as I missed Lily.