[Poem] Ditto

Me too.
Over and over again
How much of me in you
How much of you in me

I can never remember
the faces
Voices are always clear
Smells take me through time
I see your face clearly.

I attempt to get close
and you shrink away

I’ve done the same
didn’t even notice until
they told me.
Do you notice?
Should I tell you?

I must add a note
I would never
take advantage
even if I desired you
above all
my offer for you
to shower
was simply an offer
to be clean.