You

Have you introduced the you to you,

The way an enigmatic visitor at your door would?

For all the wayward missteps the you of you has experienced,

Have you gathered enough seats in your room

For your musical-chair charade

Of shrinking back into the multiple you of you thoughts

As you stare into space at the mirror

That isn’t there?

Might you have a match to light,

Make all your you of you personages

Shadow dance on the walls,

Or levitate dream-like to the ceiling

Like moths seeking out light

Any light

Before they take their bow

As the curtain drops

And sunrise catches your dwindling flame

Chasing them and the you of you ghosts away

Just as the match burns down to your fingertips?