Through the looking glass

What are you

He asked me

Amused or amazed

One of the two

I am your reflection

A spin off of you

I look the same

But that is not true

If you think we’re the same

You couldn’t be more wrong

My left is your right

And your right is my wrong

100 miles in the wrong direction

I once knew a man so full of fire, almost as much as mine,

All in a time of electric lights, when no one rubbed the flint stones of their mind.

I fell in love instaneously, worshipping his magic, at par with mine.

So lost was I in his blinding light, that my own ceased to shine.

Though his equal in every right and might, I bowed to his grandeur.

I bowed and bowed until I broke. And that’s all I could endure.

So I gathered the pieces of me I could find and walked a whole mile.

A mile away I tried to rebuild myself but he followed me all the while.

So I picked me up and walked 10 miles but he found me yet again.

So this time, I walked a 100 miles to try and outrun my bane.

I walked a 100 miles only to find I haven't all the pieces, I have all but one.

So now, I'm a 100 miles from home, alone and so undone.