He will return, unwelcome

but welcomed by some

naturally divisive like a mirror

drawing the line between the land of the

existent and the image zone:

His face hasn’t changed and his voice

remains the same; no excuses

to start afresh, no new chink

to offer glimpses

of a different person, unavoidably himself

present physically and emotionally

Omnipresent.

cold, colorless

eyes that register nothing an

expression that won’t alter

altercation made flesh

uncalled for, he’s comeback

underneath he never went

what is true, is eternal; what is false

is what you will

He returns to resume his place here

as if nothing has

Changed