The glass distorts, the image cracks,
Yet still it speaks though time attacks.

A face unknown, yet eyes still see,
A ghost of all I used to be.

The cracks may spread, the edges fray,
Yet something whole still fights to stay.

A mask once worn, a lie once true,
Yet mirrors tell what faces knew.

The glass may break, the shards may run,
Yet all its pieces make me one.