You look like him
like someone etched from the threads
of my memories
just enough real
smooth
like stone
yet I feel nothing.
maybe that's not quite right
I feel the hollowness
the empty words
an act for you
a stillness to my shakiness
I stumble to grasp something
even an echo
of times lost
you share his smile
but the eyes reflect nothing.
a mask
a clone of his
I've already grieved for him
an endless task to
follow me to days end
You are but a shadow of him,
a doppelganger.
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Sarah Lenn
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This is great.