An Image Of Me Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

True story…

For years I have experienced bizarre occurrences.
These incidents keep my mind whirling in a spin.
Approached by strangers and given performances.
With a look of recognition and greeted with a grin.

'How have you been doing? ' They inquisitively ask.
'Sorry, ' I thought you were someone who looks the same.
I vaguely smiled back and continued with my task.
After the encounter, I pondered... 'What’s her name? '

As I was grocery shopping, it happened once more.
The cashier remarked, 'You’re back for a second time.
Did you forget something and return to the store? '
'It wasn’t me; the face you remember, wasn’t mine.'

While buying paper and pens at an office supply…
'You were just here awhile ago, ' the cashier declared.
I wrote a check to pay for the items I wanted to buy.
The cashier checked my driver’s license and stared.

At my neighborhood station, I pumped gas into the tank.
I looked up and saw what was truly a huge revelation.
I stood, as if in a trance, and my petrified spirit sank.
It was her! She looked like me. It was a weird sensation.

Our eyes never met, but knew what I wanted to convey.
Silently my frozen voice shouted, 'I finally met you! '
Words never spoken, she did not hear what I had to say.
As she drove away, I marveled, 'It was really true! '

A relationship between us, I unjustifiably fear.
I wonder if we could somehow be related as kin.
I think about the questions meant for her to hear.
When is your birthday? Could you be my twin?