My shadow fell across my path
And gave me pause to see
A soulless blank facsimile
That looked a lot like me
It flitted forth and back again
Ahead, aside, arrear
Whispered vacant, dreary thoughts
In a reflection of my ear
We walked for hours he and I
Conversing in the sun
Connected, tethered, mingling
‘Til nightfall left but one
I woke and rushed at morning’s light
To see what he would say
But he seemed oddly silent, faint
‘Neath cloudy skies of gray
How strange our friendship surely seems
At distance hard to see
I’m not quite certain if I know
Which one is really me
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