MIRЯORED

I am him. He is me.

I looked at him, wondered ---
Does he ever feel the same?
He has my eyes, my nose,
my lips, my hair,
everything from me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I touched him, he also touched me.
I talked, he also talked,
but I can't hear his voice.
He could predict my actions;
If I laugh, cry,
weep, and smile,
he always imitates me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

We are friends;
the truth and the lie.
Sometimes enemies;
but if I'll kill him, I'll die.
I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I am him. He is me.

If only we exchange worlds...

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012