Within this mirror there are two
but should be
only he,
not you.
In final count the lot I see,
is there,
in it's totality.
I smile, he smiles,
you cast a grin,
is this because he's
trapped within?
We care not what you are about,
leave our world,
please, get out.
My plea, it seems to go unheard,
neither one has called
the third.
I'd leave
if it would guarantee,
I could
come along with me.
I'll never leave myself behind,
until the end,
we three shall find,
a space to which each
may stay,
until the first one
fades away.
