A backward glance

Is this the same you that I left behind
When we walked out of our skin?
Your fingers, they have grown,
But there’s no change
In the way your hands clasp mine.

And now you’ve returned home
Right through the walls,
There was never a door to this place,
I didn’t want you to venture out;
There are windows, yes,
And a mirror which stores memories
Of a nervous you and a restless me.

Don’t look into that mirror now,
For it seems that years passed in a loop
Right back to where we began
And though time turns the pages
The mirror would always say the truth.

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