Doppelganger

By: RDV


Isn’t it a crying shame that
I never quite saw you leave a trace?
I slipped my hands through the gaps of the gate’s bars,
Somehow watching out for the symbols
Of your demands, never really reaching far enough
To touch what was left of your time.

My anxiety was lax,
As the adverse effect of
Your loving calmness;
Instead there stood the hasty retreat
Of your luggage.

I thought of it as little as possible.
I succeeded insofar as indifference was concerned.
I didn’t squawk, you didn’t respond.
What name could be gained
from making a contrast between me and you?
When my mind is poisoned
By the non-secrecy of this daft-act?

In time, your generosity reared its head,
Which I bludgeoned thoughtlessly.
Brandishing my arsenal of capitulation,
I greased, even more thoroughly,
The muzzle and the trigger,
The conscience and the implementer.