Duality

If you met him

you’d first notice his aura

You’d fall in line from a pierce of his gaze

His calm, calculated, collected demeanor

would bewilder you

You’d eye his tailored suit and slicked back hair

His hardened face would

accentuate your softness

His body looks of stone

while yours of sugar

If you shook his hand

Which you’d do gently

You’d realize the fire within

Your meeting would be terse

Your words would lack projection

Your feet would be aimed for the door

Once out, you’d be glad you were

You’d question the man’s happiness

How could one carry such weight on their shoulders?

You’d wonder how people tolerate him

His apparent emptiness

would accentuate your spirit

His life though luxurious

looks meaningless

while yours, full

You rely on him

You pay him what is due

You sleep without worry - real worry

You’d trade places with him if you could

But you couldn’t

You also don’t know if you would

Though a figment of my imagination

He is everything I’m glad I’m not

And everything I wish I was