A Reflection

This glass,this mirror flat I see before me ,day by day. The reflection of what others see of me.I see ,this one dimension can never 'live' or be touched. I reach out but cannot feel. My prints I leave, yet I cannot breach this barrier between me and me. Un-tactile unsatisfactory,ephemeral it disappears as I move away, I can no longer stay in this pose face to face,lacking grace... lest this narcissus grows apace