The Other Self

Sitting here

faraway from where I am

I look for the person

who has been my anchor

I search for her encouraging words

her reassuring looks

a pat sometimes a hug

I wonder why she chose to disappear

having brought me this far

what game, what fun, what trick it is

To leave me alone in a journey so close to its end

I ask her to stand up for me

Knowing how without her I am nothing

I lean back to her and ask her to hold and console

But then there is no noise, no sign, no sigh, no smile

I sit my eyes closed, my heart in prayer

resurface love, I say, you I need more than anyone else

She lingering within smiles, pokes me at my back

and we laugh together.



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