Who doesn’t….?

As he said goodbye,
The winds gently lowered down the sails,
The ocean had just woken up,
The slumber of ages,
The night of the thousand stars,
He looked at the mirror,
Calmly reflecting his self,
It’s okay to let go,
The mirror had said,
The hands that escape your touch,
The sounds that silence your voice,
But I had loved,
He broke down in front of the mirror,
Who doesn’t….?
The mirror had said.