Reflection

You look through me
But what you see is mere emptiness
As if you were looking through the window,
Searching what you most desire,
When what i most desire,
just passes through me like the wind on a spring morning.
What do i need to do to become a mirror?
A mirror that reflects the half you are looking for.
Why don't you love me as i am?
Do i have to change my being like a piece of defective clay?
Do i have to perfection my personality?
Or do i need to look forward and try to be someone's reflection?