Who is realer, him or me?
I desire to know, does he humor me?
As we hit the road, he teases me
Imitation is his specialty
He mimics my posture, standing straight
Then walks beside me, hands on his waist
But I intend to stop this pitiful race
I increase my pace, we are face to face
On the pavement, then he clings to the wall
So cold these streets are in the fall
He seems edgy, beside himself
Twisting and turning, hides in stealth
As I stop to take a break,
I place my hand upon his face,
Rough and jagged, his ending is near
Little does he know, but still no fear
I purchase a drink, he steals a beverage
Playing mind games, I yield no leverage
We reach the bridge, a tear a bit
His blank stare, hardly a forfeit
I place one leg over the edge
I don’t care what he says!
Leap of faith, let’s end this fight
Him and me, the river, we unite.
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Submission Name: Shadows' Fall
