Kindred

A shadow self
Half a tempo out of true,
Heartbeat and breath
Lopsided and blurred,
Dragging a shade behind.
 
How I am here,
But not all at once,
Like a kindred presence
That must have a different life
Than this.
 
Yet each possible self
Jockeys for the moment
Of truth, that test of when
I might lock eyes
My love, with you.

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