The other girl

Through the mirror across the wall

Stands a girl 

No one knows her name 

Her hair as tangled and golden as hay 

Her eyes shine like the moon 

Her expressions timeless 

She stared through the mirror through you to something else

A bookcase 

A bookcase that seems to lean against a transparent shiny silvery wall

In which 

Hundreds of books lay

One leaves

Another takes its spot

Like a never ending cycle 

Down the forbidden hallway 

You would have never known 

If the route was not taken 

The girl never saved

The bookcase never seen

Friendships lost 

You would have never known