Stranger at the Window

I glance in the glass, a fleeting stranger,

washed out, hollow, where light feels like danger.

A half-eaten burger, cold fries on the tray,

my image a fog, I can't bear to stay.

Chasing my thoughts as they tumble and whirl,

I turn from the mirror, the essence unfurl.

Reflections of yesterdays, shadows in play,

who is this person? I slip further away.