Alone at Night

A stranger's face stared at me through the mirror.
She had my eyes, and my face, looking sad while staring into space.
She then stared blankly, empty eyes in the reflection. Her lovely brown hair and tan complexion.
She was me.
A nightmare that breathed.
But you couldn't tell what thoughts befell her expressive mind. And those thoughts were mine.
She couldn't see the buildings flying past the car window, eyes open without proper vision. The stretching street lights passed her without notice, the stars floating calmly overhead, twinkling in blind green eyes.
What thoughts occupied her mind took up most of her time.
She didn't see her small city lights, she envisioned something else. Her best friend was first in line, one who can barely spell.
Then came who she thought most about. A friend she's talked to, spilled tears and secrets by his ear, but has never seen his face.
Her invisible lover, a friend she's only heard. Oh, how she longs to see that light brown hair, so like hers, his bright green eyes. A smiling face, a warm embrace to walk into, she smiles as strong arms pull her close.
The radio is turned up to hear a favorite song, quietly escaping her ears. The only sound she longs to hear is the sound of his voice, his musical laughter playing through her mind.
She rests her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly, staying locked. She never could let go, if he was within her grasp.
A gentle turn pressed her forhead more firmly against the cold glass, mimicking his cool breath brushing softly against her skin.
They pulled up the driveway, she woodenly got out and walked to her bedroom. There she lay alone, silent tears tracing a familiar path down her face.