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A wisp of a whisper in my ear
Looking about I find no one near
A spirit, a ghost, an angel? Indeed.
A presence for which I am in need?

No tensing, just curiosity and wonder
Don’t think too hard and cause a blunder.

Those things that can not be spoken
Aroused by this small token
A smile itches its self to my face
Never knowing how it found this place.

Maybe just wishful thinking?
Could it be a presence with an inkling?


That here is there and there is where
All of me was lost without a care
I no longer search for me
The whisper has taken it all you see.

Eaten me up and swallowed me whole
So what does it want me to know?

The words are in the walls I know
But its lips the walls don’t show.
They say it’s called insanity
But my mirror shows it’s just me.

But wait, I am not here nor there
No reflection for this face I wear.

Now I see it’s all quite clear
Why did I think I had to fear?

I am the mirror that has no reflection
What a cause for introspection!
Of course there is no me
I am only here for you to be.