A Face at My Window
I glance out into the night.
A face stares back, just in sight.
It seems to be resting on the sill,
I stop and look away when I get the chills.
I stand for a while before looking back.
Frost comes creeping in winding tracks.
The face is gone,
but not for long.
I make my way to my bed,
on my way glancing into my mirror.
The face is there.
I had left it behind.
The face looks back.
The face is lined.
The eyes are kind.
She opens her mouth and starts to speak.
'You are me, and I, You.
We are one and the same, but together we make two.
No need to walk alone.
I am but your clone.
I can't touch you, so don't be afraid.
You have a choice.
It can be made.'
I look away once more and crawl into my bed.
I think about the face at my window.
I shouldn't have worried so.
Everything is alright.
I can see it.
It is finally in sight.
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