i almost didn’t believe he was real
it was easier to think his life was just another of your fictions

how could you keep nothing of him all these years

but one spring night
fate conspired with the devil
to make me understand

a picture of him rose to my hand

the hair
eyes
nose
beard
even the way he wore a hat

unmistakable

a mirror image skew of you

and you were right

he was softer
and more beautiful than you

first born, second loved, indeed

no wonder you had gone mad

i’m sorry he died

that your heart soon followed

and for every unknowing thing
i ever said