there was once this man
this man i knew, this figure
hard to identify, almost vague, blurry
he followed me everywhere
constantly at a distance, watching, staring, never speaking nor reacting
never interrupting nor attempting to
I followed him once, he showed me
he led me, to my reflection, his reflection.
I turned to look at him, he has disappeared
I looked once more at the mirror and there he was, he was me
And I was a little boy, a boy who died long ago in his arms