Two Way Mirror

See my life elapse

Across freshly polished ice

Skating my routine

A mirrored surface

Reflects my every move

My personal coach

But, what if the ice

Reflects in both directions

Granting both vision?

Will I see myself

Seeing myself seeing me?

Would I be so proud?

Or, will I witness

Myself as I shan't ever

Desire to see?

With skates on an edge

Holding a perfect layback

Hardly an instant

Before I see her

Struggling to become me

And not what she is

Can I assist her?

How can I reach through the ice?

Is there enough time?

How flawed my idea

For as I skate, the mirror

Can’t even reflect

It is now opaque

And I will never meet her

Words she will speak too