Doppelgangers
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Sheena Blackhall
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The crowded street of shoppers
Moves forward
And there you almost are
Or rather, an arm like yours
Rises to greet, not me.
On a bus journey
I recognise the back of your head
My heart lurches, sticks in my throat
You turn with a stranger's face
Such cruel recurrent
Flashes of mis-recognition!
Venomous, they poison an entire day
So strong, the memory of you
The umbilical cord holds true
The crowd moves jostling forward
And for a while I stand
A rock marooned in grief
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