She�s been me for every day of my life.
She�s walked my steps
Cried my tears, and dried them.
I see it when she watches me
As I Live; the she knows ever slump
Of my shoulders, and has been imprisoned
By the cage I have wrought
As she did, for they were hers once.
She�s lived my life, for more than thrice
My age, yet all our days are equally new.
I don�t that think she realizes sometimes,
That when I look at her, I see my reflection
Transcended through the ages.
I don�t think she knows that I�ve heard her cry
The same sobs that I will,
Cry to the Gods in the exact same orison,
Or that I know she�s invincible.
And I don�t know how to tell her
That I live as a continuation of herself
Or that sometimes the reason I can�t
Look her in the eye when we argue, is because
I want to leave some of my questions
Unanswered, like she did
Like she does.
When I was younger I used to hop through snow
In her foot steps, never leaving the bath
She carved as she ventured forth.
But now my feet are growing,
And I no longer leap from one step to the next
In a determined rampage, but now my strides
Thoughtlessly, pick up the length of hers,
And though I cannot always fit
My foot into her print, and my toes stray and break
Untouched snow, I will always be her,
Just a few steps behind.