Clone Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

He looks like you, and I can’t bear it.
He wears your clothes, and has your scent as well.
He sits and smiles, and it stings deep to see your clone.
His face is so like yours; how peculiar.
No namesake does he share with you, but I would be fooled.
He sits here, and I can’t help but imagine it’s you.
Even though I resist you, I never wanted to force you out of my heart.
But, I just had to.

And the healing falls to pieces as your twin pierces my presence.