is what you are.
But aren’t I you,
and you me?
Nonetheless, what
good company
that we keep;
I am never alone
– not even in sleep.
Parallel lives
we both lead:
one good sin,
one bad deed;
beyond reflection
face to face,
how does one tell
who’s setting the pace?
With you in there,
and me out here,
mirror of whom
how do we know?
Or do we care?