I was stunned to find
that I still have a reflection
a shadow that craves attention
the part that betrays ambition
that stares back
with uncanny recognition
while my side protects a wife
whose back is curled and relaxed
the green tea waiting to be drowned
with hot water and healthy desires
have I tricked change?
am I more now of what I lacked then?
the shadow of my fathers wrinkled suit
hanging on my dooknob beckons me
to start an unending day.
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