Lightning hits the mirror and the people it holds. <br />Their silhouettes fall to the floor, <br />wisps of silver foil. <br /> <br />Alone on the wet marble, <br />you tap the empty glass and listen <br />for an echo.<br /><br />Ranjit Hoskote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miror/
