Can’t you see this isn’t the idea
You were meant to be like me
and not me like you.
But the universe said something different
and here I am…
Being, like you I am
It’s still here though the idea of you
in me. I can see, physically, that I am like you
through genetics and science and whatnot
we share the same blood, you and I
So like you am I.
But where does it end this link to each other
Can you see me as I see you
In the mirror we are the same you and I
Your face is my face
Can you feel this as I stitch your name across my chest
Your name… Our name…
Try as I might I am like you
Your life is my life
Your heart is my heart
and through this we are linked,
you and I.
Me and You.
John, you cease to amaze me. I cannot help but put myself and my own father as the two characters in this poem (at least that’s how I see the poem).
“So like you am I.” = genius