The Mirror

And onto the window pane her reflection fell,
As the rain trickled down to caress the images in between.
Beheld in momentary realities, the images slowly slipped away
into the abyss of existence.

I peered in to see.

The frosted glass where people left their images
to be blurred and contorted to its fancy.
The pane where images stilled a while
Before vanishing into the pelets of fleeting reality.

I stared right at me.