Stranger

This strangers gives me questing looks
every morning we lock eyes.

I should know this
stranger with eyes
to much like mine.

I should understand the looks,
glances,
thoughts that run in
this strangers eyes.

Only her eyes are mine,
her thought's
are my own.

But this stranger is not me
I have lost myself in this
strangers eyes.

She is me, yet I am not her.

I am not the one in the mirror
looking back at me.

I am not the one who feels.

I am a ghost within this stranger.
A stranger who has taken over.

She is me, yet I am not her.