Two Doppelgangers

Doppelganger Part I Doppelganger? Yes, I know of two. The first one was a stranger. Someone I never knew. She often acquainted bars. My friends often saw “Me” there. I could swear upon the stars. It wasn't me; they’d just stare. This went on for quite awhile. I was about twenty-five, then. I’d deny it; they’d just smile. Disbelief met my chagrin. Then, one day I saw her. There, in the traffic ahead. Long straight hair and a car like mine. My foot hit the gas like lead. I stopped at the light. (I didn’t want a fine.) She sped off into the distance. Lost doppelganger instance. Doppelganger Part II I was about fifty-two. My husband said, “Here's a picture of you.” In a small town newspaper from another state! It wasn't me; I wasn't there; I swear. Was this an eerie act of fate? All I could do was look and gawk. She looked like me, at any rate. Yes, she had a different name. I eyed the photo like a hawk. Would my life ever be the same? I always wished I had a twin. Is she my twin; will I cope? Listed in the phone-book was her name. A conversation was my hope. We talked; she was only fifty. It turned out to be a small world in the end. My sister-in-law's daughter's best friend, Was my living doppelganger! Mystery solved…twice! I wonder. Do I have more doppelgangers? Somewhere. © July 13, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen Based on true events in my life. Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Doppelgangers!!! Sponsored by: Matt Caliri