Doppelgänger
I met a woman who looked like me,
the wind blowing between us
a
mirror.
The seconds we stood to stare
seemed
like hours until
she shuffled by
to be absorbed by the crowd.
With a laugh
I dismissed this meeting as coincidence
a funny moment in time that you look back on.
Until
I
died.
Her face the last memory to fade away
as darkness
enveloped my mind.