Reflective Surface

I see all, but cannot touch. I can be touched, yet it leaves a smudge. You can see through me, To some degree. I can budge, To allow you to see.

Reflections are reflected, Fingerprints left behind, Both of us are affected, Maybe, you will give me a sign?

I protect you, until I am broken, Hold on to what is spoken, Wait till you have awoken, To finally open.

Now it’s time for you to leave, I feel so frail. I try to hang on to your sleeve.

I see the string trail. I start to grieve, However, to my avail, I feel a sense of relief.

ByCaitlynArnold