This Me

A rose

in the setting sun

shadows my existence.

Why can’t I see

or be or feel?

Why can’t I love

or hate or mourn?

I do not know

for I am only

atoms of a preexisting smile.

I am only

footprints in the sand

already walked

trampled

and felt.

I do not exist;

I am not me;

my reflection wavers

the me I cannot see.

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