Mirrored Invisibility

He was my reflection when i saw otherwise

The one I thought
Could see me through the fields
Of faltering invisibly
Turned out to be just the same

When he saw me each time,
Disappearing,
Bouncing between words
All he was going, was just the same.

That one I thought could truly help
Seem to be the one
I want to cling to, to help.
The one I want to make sure will be ok
        [when ever, I’m not]

Author's Note

This is a continuation from my poem "Who can find the invisible?" it was inspired one day when i figured something out about my friends and each of their relationship to each other. i feel bad about realizing it any sooner, and about being unable to help, but as i just said, in another form now, what can i do?