Stranger

Peering around the corner,
I hide in the shadows,
to get a closer look.

I don't want him to see me.

Others might see it as gawking,
but it runs much deeper.

The resemblance is uncanny,
and this may be my last good memory of him.

My long lost love,
taken before his time,
memories robbed from my mind,
stolen by old age.

Thank you kind stranger,
for reminding me of the good times.

You have made my time in this artificial paradise tolerable.