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REID, Alastair

Who am I

Could it have been mine,

that face – cold, alien –

that an unexpected mirror,

crossed by a quick look,

flashed me back ?

It was a moment’s chance,

since, at second glance,

the face had turned familiar –

my mouth again, my eyes

wide in surprise.

Now, though I verify

oddness of bone and eye,

we are no longer one,

myself and mirror-man.

Trust has gone.