Absently, I draw
A picture
Etched in my mind
A doodle here
A line there
Shade this line darker
Color in the shapes
With each stroke
Of my pencils
A portrait
Begins to form
First to appear
The shape of the eyes
Followed closely
By the outline
Of a pert nose
As the full lips
Begin to appear
Under
The graphite tip
Blue-eyed
Freckled
A beauty to behold
Pink hair
Blazing
A path straight
To my heart
Recognition
Tickling
The back of my brain
Driving me into a
Fevered frenzy
Another stroke
Another line drawn
More shading here
Add more color there
Lips should be
A little fuller
While the nose
Is turned up a little bit
Eyes a little wider
No, not that close together
Wider apart
A suppleness
To her graceful neck
A sketch almost complete
A sense of Deja vu
Overtaking me
The longer I look
The more I know
I’ve seen this face before
In frustration
I stand
And see myself
In the mirror
Above my dresser
And I realize
I’ve become the drawing
Or
Has the sketch
Become me?
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