The boy
Messy black hair
Like his father
Skinny
Like his father
Arrogant
Like his father
And yet
Eyes
Like his mother
Green eyes
Her green eyes
Beautiful green eyes.
The boy
Proof
That she chose him
Over me
And yet
The only bit left
Of her.
The boy
A copy
Of the man
I hated
Of the man
Who took her from me
And yet
A copy
Of the woman
I loved
Of the woman
I still love.
When I look at
The boy
I see either
James
Or
Lily.