Images of Our Two Worlds

If you look deep into the images of your world, You'll see me there, hovering like a ghost would. Staring back at you through the eye's of those images, My reflection seen distorted in their perfect faces. You silently think by turning the image over, I would disappear from your world forever. But, just like a ghost, I am truly never gone completely, I don't expect you to allow into your world images of me. For this, you would have to be able to forgive and move on, And understand that the images of your world are not secrets of your own. These images walk freely from within your world into mine, Bringing with them images of you, which is totally fine. I sit and look deeply into the images of my world, And there you are, hovering like only a ghost could. Staring back at me through the eye's of my images, Your reflection apparent in all their smiling faces. Yet, I still do not feel the need to turn the image's over, I know that you will never disappear from my world forever. Cause just like a ghost, you are truly never gone completely, I allow into my world those images of you, freely. I have forgiven, which has allowed me to be able to move on, I know that the images of my world are not secrets of my own. Two totally different worlds, so easily entwined, By the images of your world and mine.