The Hamlet Project

Conflating you with me
You become almost more recognizable than me. You have become my mirror
More than my mirror. I look into you more often than I do the looking glass.
You hold more truth
More love
You’re warmer
You judge less
You understand much more than the mirror does and you can explain it.
I start to know your face
Better than my face
Because I look at yours more
And mine has layers of memories on it-
My face at seven, my face at 19, my face at 37.
If I were to lose the memory of myself
I would remember you
Or if I forgot you,
I would not be far behind.