Shattered Glass

I caught sight of a man.
He was far away.
He stood still--
My feet started to move fluently.

I saw the man proceed towards me.
It seemed as if he copied me.
Foot after foot we got closer.
The sounds of footsteps in sync

I walked up to the man.
How could I be this blind?
Suddenly anger filled me

I punched the barrier between us with force.
Cracks spread like a spider web.
Where I punched was the man’s face
No longer was he identical to me

I felt relieved that I was finally myself.
That I could be free and different.
Then I walked away from the shattered remnants of the past.

And he didn’t follow.