my mirror.

There is a ghost in my mirror.

drenched in rain,
smiling vaguely,
he stands there,
never moves,
never says a word.

There is a ghost in my mirror.

He looks cold,
never stops to stare,
at times I think he is shy
but he never says anything.

There is a ghost in my mirror.

He wrote something,
In his warm breath,
he spelt the words death,
and something about tomorrow.

There is a ghost in my mirror.

I woke up with a mark,
a little ‘S’ on my arm,
thought it was a scar
but can’t remember having one.

There was a ghost on my mirror.

he is not the one in there,
I look into the mirror
and I see myself,
The difference is-I look dead.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.