An Inconsequential Occasion Called Life!

I stand alone,
In front of a disdained mirror, and
Tried calling myself a name
But a voice within said:
“He is no more!”
I respect its earnest disposition,
But my invocation was left unanswered;
May be it was a different alibi:
I stand there and it stood nowhere.

This isn't a poem on life, but on the occasion.