The Other One
by lucidquite
· 22/04/2026
Published 22/04/2026 08:46
He’s sitting across in the C-train car,
a version of me who has traveled quite far.
He has the same jaw and the same nervous twitch,
the one that I keep like a persistent itch.
He looks at his watch as we rattle and slide,
a mirror of all that I’m trying to hide.
Through the plexiglass grease and the tunnel’s dark hue,
I’m seeing the man that I never turned into.