Feeling the faces
I retract.
It’s not me
You want
It's my twin.
No one knows
It, but We
swapped
At birth
& have since,
Seldom seen
Or spoken to
One another,
But, I do know
Him, & can
Tell you, it’s
He you seek
not Me,
Feel free &
Have Him,
Because
I scarcely—
If ever—
Stand in His
Way, or
Share His
Shadow
Anymore.