Am used to bouts of loneliness
But abhor being alone,
Yet there are times I feel shadowed
It could be my unseen clone!
If it's not him then who would want
To follow me through my day?
Donning the mask of loneliness
With alien truths to say.
I wait for him to speak to me
Thus measure with me his woes,
Yet all he does it pursue me
Just a step behind my toes.
I fathom not his silence deep
Though feel his nearness to me,
A mate in guise shall ever have
Till I reach eternity!
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