Doppelgaenger

I saw her in the dappled shade
Pass beneath me from the garden window
Not once, but twice
Feeling the chill with each passing
I should have noticed
Your warmth no longer there
Yet she mimicked your confident walk
Even the way your hair bounced
Upon your burdened shoulders
Carrying the wait of the living

She carried on beside you this fetch
The doublewalker who caught my eye
By surprise and always in the periphery
So her focus was never quite as clear
As to distract me from my own vision
That I saw in you so true and promising
Before her arrival in that garden
Beneath the moss of the Live Oak
A harbinger casting no shadow
Other than that which darkens the earth

What blocked my eyes from seeing
As I walked with you along the shore
On days where my reflection was clearly there
Visible as we skipped a stone or waded in
The sun pushing my shadow into the water
Looking back at me while yours was gone
And your hand turned cold as you turned to me
Not to speak, but still to tell me something
That I never heard as I looked right through you
Never seeing you had already left a long time ago