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Looking back
A different me

Not the Curt with the smile
The amused expression
Humour dancing in his eyes
Challenge in his grin
There is no grin

Darkened his face
Creased his skin
Aged his brow
Looking back

How would you have me help?
What do you need from me?
What strengths could I offer?
What could make you smile?

My questions repeated
Mimicked through his form
A form I barely know
From saddened eyes I hurt to see
Shoulders dropped
Head low

Who are you?
Are you really me?