Esches
The Inconsistent
He noticed her staring at him
straight in the eye
blue, sharp
without blinking as he did not.
Puzzled. She let out a smile he recognized was his.
Curved on the face almost identical, as his had produced
his sight dictated.
He uttered a word, must be hello, as she did
almost instantaneously
without letting her word echoed his.
Had he been dreaming, he asked himself silently,
but his senses showed him otherwise.
Then he approached her as she approached him,
unsure if she felt him.
Their bodies in harmony.
He stopped inches from her
only to realize that he is seeing himself
on what he thought could be a mirror.
the inconsistent
he who loves
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