And found a man who was a replica of you,
Your doppelganger actually:
Your face, your hair, your physique,
And I had him make love to me,
The exact same way you had described it,
In your letters,
Even including me reaching back,
To you – I mean him – for a kiss.
It was supposed to,
Turn back the clock,
To you – it didn’t,
It was supposed to be,
The pinnacle of my life;
The most telling,
Moment in my history.