What I often see in the mirror, I wonder if its me.
It moves like I do, even if I stand alone behind a tree.
It waves at me and I wave back.
It seems to have the same sloppy movement when I run along the track.
When I grin, I swear it does that too.
I look him in the face, to see if there is anything at all displaced.
But what I see is what should be,
a nose, two eyes, a mouth, two ears, countless hair with nothing spare.
I am certain that everything is there.
But I have a feeling that he looks at me when I turn away and my eyes do stray.
I do not care just as long, when I need him, he’ll always be there.
— J M Lysun —
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