Who's There?

in the mirror down the hallway
I catch glimpses as I pass
of a woman in that mirror
who is trapped behind the glass
it's not me that I am seeing
in the mirror - she's so old
though there may be some resemblance
her hair's more grey than gold
I should ask her what she's doing
find out why she's watching me
from the silver mirror surface
and I will one day, you'll see

in the meantime I will try
not to think too hard about
why it is when I look in
she is always looking out