Doppelgänger

You were a vision
when I first saw him.

I thought it was
the nonchalance in his eyes
before I realised
he reeks
of your immaturity.

The carefree laugh,
and that harmless smile.
False light
protects the dark.

He’s you —
personified.

You —
mummified.

Walking by you.

Your face
exhumed
in his photographs.

Your naïvety
unearthed
in his smile.

You —
brought back
from my memories.

Undead.

In him.

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