that I look "just like him,"

that I walk, talk, and act like him and

that every time you look me in the eyes

you see his reflection,

it breaks my heart.

It shatters me completely.

And you won't stop telling me that

I am him in every way.

That whenever I look a certain 

way or my chin is a bit too high

up or my posture changes,

you see him in every movement I make,

in every breath I take.

Even though I try to destroy every

bridge that ever connected us.

So when you tell me that I look

"just like him,"

you're breaking me.

Because I'm trying to be nothing like

"he" ever was.

-Arlo