Drifting past
Hometown diner
The cracked window
My shattered likeness
Superimposed
On the empty booth
We always liked
Wandered up to
The apex of a hill
Some street I've
Never been
Flowering yard
Bay windows
Milky-skinned child
Cradled by the mother
They laugh
Sun shines brighter
They laugh
Soft smile
They laugh
Warm embrace
They laugh
Suddenly
My doppelgänger
Green skin, obsidian eyes
Shuffling in a panic
Hurries past
The family screams
A baby cries
A cul-de-sac in crisis
In crisis
I blink
Come to
The woman scowling
I rush away
Checking my hands
Morning news
A light in the sky
Seen the night before
Then a boy
Quite like me
Bloodied
In a flowering yard
And through my dusty window
A vaguely familiar hill
How quiet it is