You said you were going.
I believed you.
You haven't been seen for a long time.
You're on the other side of the mirror.
There's half a world between you and me,
if you're really where
you said you were going.

Maybe I'd walk
to your house...

I wonder if you didn't really go
at all,
and just took advantage of
to trust you,
to believe you...

I'd touch the door of your
"lonely" house
and knock softly.

If you don't answer,
I'd be
relieved in a way,
but I'd feel stupid,
but if you do answer me...

...then...
I'd probably
move
to the other side of the mirror for a while.

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