Unfamiliar

The mirror holds the face
of a girl I don't know.

Not quite a stranger,
but an old friend
who's been away
for too long.

Her eyes hold serenity,
like the ocean after a storm —
waves no longer raging,
but moving with purpose.

She lifts a hand to her cheek
as if trying to discern
which one of us is real.

We both know she's found something
in a place I'm too scared to look,
but silence is easier
than saying it out loud.