I put my hand on the mirror, I can feel the sorrow deep inside,

in my reflection there was no one, no one I loved there before me,

not in spirit or in body, it wasn’t a ghost or an angel or an enemy,

it wasn’t a mist or a cloud or a memory, it was an unknown,

as the ashes had all fallen, I could see, the moon, silver in the sky,

like a patch of moonlight just as death, that’s when I noticed,

the reflection is not mine, its someone else,

it’s a familiar stranger.