Mirrors scare me

And I'm not talking about being scared of

Bloody Mary

I'm not scared

Of seeing a murderer either

And I'm not scared

Of seeing my own reflection either

I'm scared of looking in the mirror

And not seeing you standing beside me

Your arms wrapped around my waist

Your head resting on my shoulder

Your eyes taking in my reflection

Your lips smiling

Looking oh so soft and kissable

That's what I'm scared of

Having to finally accept that you are gone