Doppelgänger

I thought I saw your face today
amongst the crowd on the dance floor.
You were with another woman
and glanced at me as I passed
with a tray full of colorful drinks in my hand.
I lost my breath for a moment
and the tray tipped.
My heart tipped as well
as I thought of you.
A co-worked noticed but didn't say anything.
I passed you by repeatedly
examining your face, your hair, your glasses.
It wasn't you.
I sighed, but as I wandered away
my thoughts were still of you
your arms wrapped tightly around another woman.
You ordered a drink and gave me a generous tip.
My world was askew but since it wasn't you,
there was a part of me feeling better.
But seeing your double made me feel sick,
almost as if I wouldn't know what to do
when I saw you again.
I am afraid of that moment.
I am afraid to face you.
I am afraid of your initial reaction
and the things that would come soon thereafter.

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