Cristina

Ryan

for wherever you are

I wonder what he looks like
Are we similar?
His eyes brown and dimples deep
Does he wonder about me?
Or know that I am here?
 
Some days I feel I am walking past him,
looking into his reflection in a mirror,
in the shop window, on the train,
or in the hall to class.
Are we similar?
 
Does he walk my walk and speak like me?
Is he native in the tongue of our father?
Do we love the same things and get
hurt by the same demons?
Are we similar?
 
Our childhood nightmare the same.
The man who was there then not.
Separate cities, far apart.
Are we similar?
We beat the same heart.
The same man flowing through us.
 
Does he wonder about me?
Know that I am here.

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