My first poem

[Fatal~Biscuit]

This Person

I see him everywhere
Every shop window
Every telephone box
Every car

I know his name
I know his parents
I see them everyday
I know everything about him

Yet, I have never properly shaken his hand
Or had a normal conversation with him
But, I am everything to this person
Without me, he would not exist

When I brush my teeth
So does he
When I am happy
He is also

He mirrors me
But mirroring implies there is two
But there is only one
Me