I look at you.
Same eyes and nose,
Lips and all.
Did I look like that?
The face is familiar too!
Your hair never danced
to the tunes of the wind,
Your teeth never showed.
Then the image stares back at me.
Are you enhanced?
I think I know you.
Yes, just a bit decorated now.
And walking on your own.
Heading straight towards the heart.
I do get a clue or two.
Have you dissolved,
into the air around you?
And stand somewhere inside me.
Where I can't see but feel you.
Are you absolved?
You still exist, I call.
"I am you," a voice.
Waves crashing against me
I stand withered and all
Is that me after all?
2 comments:
Take care of the old self and don't let it disappear into the ways of work and people around you...its what makes you special!!
lovely poem...didnt I tell you I love an irregular rhyme scheme!?
hi! see? see? i visited ur blog... and not after being told... love the poem :-)
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