by Nick Gisburne
I build another woman, just like you,
To let her live, to see her take your place,
But nothing in my nightmares can undo
The moment when a shadow filled your face.
Behold, a flawless replica of life,
Complete in every detail but the soul.
No stitch or slice, no needlepoint or knife,
Can make the heart I love, and long for, whole.
Today, she speaks, with something of your voice,
The light of deep devotion in her eyes.
She says, “I love you.” Tearful, I rejoice,
But look upon a woman I despise.
A perfect copy, yes, but nothing new.
Another love, to murder, just like you.
