There are two names—
Two faces etched in my mind.
For one, the reason I know.
The other I can not find.
One is a special,
Very dear person to me,
But why can’t I find a reason
For the second face I see?

One of the faces I see,
I know very well.
I’ve known her for a while,
Most anyone can tell.
It troubles me to see this face—
The one I barely know.
In my eyes you can see fear,
Though I try not to let it show.

Why has this second face,
Suddenly appeared to me?
What is my mind
Trying to make me see?
Are they shocking memories
From the past?
Will they fade away,
Or are they going to last?

I take a step closer
To the reflections in the mirror.
I want to hear their voices—
To see their faces a little clearer.
Still, one I know—
One I’ll never forget.
Who is this other person?
I know, somewhere, we have met.

Then it suddenly occurs to me,
That I do know this person I am seeing.
I don’t know how I had forgotten
This familiar human being.
Since I never paid mind to me,
I’d forgotten who I was.
Do I know myself best,
Or is there someone else who does?

The face I know,
Is, of course, my best friend.
And the other; Me—
I remembered myself in the end.
Now I hear our voices—
I can see our faces even clearer.
I will never forget,
Those reflections in the mirror.