You did not change.
In spite of every death
you saw, in spite of all
new life that soared
You never changed,
and still you did not die.

So many look like you,
so will say any eye,
when they do meet
You look just like them,
they seem just like you.

This is coincidental,
that they do, as you
They’re nothing like you.

No eye could know,
that they’re not you
If what an eye sees
is what an eye sees,
They seem just like you.

They came, post you
They’re nothing like you,
and still closer to you
than you are to them
They will walk with you.