Spectre

We have never met
yet we talk daily,
sometimes hourly.
Marks you have visited
let me know you have been.
You need me to do something.
I do not know what that is.
Your unhappiness and discontent
are known to me and I can’t rest.
The blackness in the room takes form
and inhabits my bed chamber.
I look in the mirror and see you.
I look in the mirror and see me.

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