Gemini

Somewhere in the world,
someone may carry your face.

The same eyes looking at a different sky.
The same smile shaped by another life.
A stranger walking through streets you will never see,
meeting people you will never know.

Perhaps resemblance is only coincidence—
a brief repetition in the endless mathematics of humanity.

But there is something unsettling in the thought
that the face we consider uniquely ours
may exist again.

And if somewhere another version of your appearance is living an entirely different story,
then perhaps identity was never contained in the face at all.

Perhaps what makes you you
is everything that cannot be copied.