Another Me

A Poem by Laurence David Sterling III

I found the pictures tucked away
In a shoe box,
Shoved in the back of the closet.
As I looked at each fading print
I was surprised to discover
Another me,
Someone I used to be,
But cannot be any more.
This person is taller, more confident.
His smiles seem more genuine,
His eyes seem to see a future I never knew
His heart seems to be filled with a joy
I have long forgotten.
When did I lose this person from my life?
Was it in some terrible accident
When I recklessly swerved into an unseen catastrophe
I sinned when I should have prayed,
Left when I should have stayed?
Or did he died a long a lonely death,
Unnourished, unloved, unkept?
Or did we simply drift apart
And he is out there, somewhere,
Living a life I will never know?
Whatever the reason for him being
Another me,
I must admit
I sometimes miss him.
Especially on lonely days,
When all I end up doing
Is finding out what is hiding
in the back of my closets.

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