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Second Body
She followed me
before I knew her name.
Same face,
same breathing,
a step behind
but never falling behind.
She knew my silence
like a language.
Knew when to stay,
knew when to disappear
into the wall.
I trusted her
because she never asked
to be seen.
Only later did I realize—
she moved when I moved,
stopped when I stopped.
She was not a stranger.
She was my shadow
learning how to look human.
This is not loneliness.
This is solitude
standing close enough
to feel like someone else.