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