Man at the door

Who is this man at the door
He is a face I love
He is a body I treasure
He is a soul that was mine
He is not him
This changeling
This sudden stranger
The cold
Flat cold
Is foreign
The hand
The hand flicking away
Is detached
The heart
The heart shut and shuttered
He is not mine
I do not know
I do not know this man at the door

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