Blink

in the blink of an eye

the man i held

captive

in my washroom mirror

was given a chance at life

                                               untethered

i always wondered

which of us

would be the 

one 

to do it

me,

or the man who stared 

back from the other side

both of us,

forever bound to the other,

were terrified

by the thought of being

a perfect copy

both of us scared

to imagine ourselves

different

until 

one of us

blinked