Voyeur

Looking through the one-way mirror, spying on things unreachable. I see it, like augmented reality, like a reality show, privy to a world where I don't belong anymore. Turned into something new and refined and different and so much not like you while I wasn't looking, and now I am left staring at you instead of just seeing through you, opaque wall of granite. I don't know who you are, I realize. It seems familiar, but it's not. You seem to be here, but you're gone.