An identity

If I die
Will she die too?
A shadow of my past
I can’t seem to rid
She wakes as I do
Takes all she can
Then silently waits
For what I don’t know
But her presence
A constant reminder
So I ask
If I die
Will she die too?
Or will she live on
Take my place
Happily ever after
With stolen face.

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2 thoughts on “An identity

  1. words4jp says:

    I wonder this same question. I wish ‘mine’ would die, but then I would have to go too.

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