A Copy of You

This is a poem about love and blues.

Inspired by true events

 

Is there a copy of you somewhere else?

Yesterday I beheld an unbelievable event.

A woman in a black dress walked in late.

The scent of your favourite perfume instantly filled the hall.

I looked at her, and I literally saw you.

I was familiar with everything about that woman.

Her presence made me want to slip away from the meeting;

I just could not stay inside the building.

You may think I am insane, but I know what I saw.

 

I almost died from astonishment when she came closer.

Her body was the same size as yours,

And she was wearing your preferred hairstyle.

She had your adorable face,

She had a fair complexion like you,

She had your pretty nose,

She had your sweet, sexy eyes,

And she spoke with a soft voice as you do.

I could not tell the difference between her and you.

 

She definitely bore an extreme resemblance of you.

Unfortunately, she sat down beside me in the back row,

And a sudden uneasiness swept over me.

My heart was trumping fast, and I started to lose focus.

I could not hear what the speaker was saying.

I kept looking at her and it sparked somaesthesia in me.

No doubt she was wondering why I looked so dazed,

It was hard to accept that you were not there.

 

I believed that in time I would get over the loss of your love,

But I have tried unsuccessfully to forget you.

It was the most frightening experience I have ever had.

I cannot pretend that it did not happen,

For I am certain that I was not hallucinating.

You do not have a twin sister and it was not you,

So it had to be either an apparition or a copy of you.

Who or what else could it have been?

 

I could not bear to sit there with her any longer.

I was getting emotionally weak as the minutes went by.

Suddenly I felt tears rolling down my face,

And that was when I got up and went outside.

I began to miss you more intensely when she appeared.

The dulcet memories of you came back to me,

And I felt you in my presence once again.

Was it a copy of you or did I actually see you?

Author's Note

Ladies, the blues please.