Reflections in the Glass

I pass by the open door, and at a quick glance
I could have sworn it was him.
Your manner is unforgettable, even with a new voice.
A joke told before, by someone so similar.
Even though you are far, your presence feels near,
I even find it in myself, as a constant reminder.

We're yelling and arguing again,
but I swear I hear her.
Stubborness like that is unmistakeable,
even when accompanied by sensibility.
A deju vu manifested, over and over again.
Putting distance between us is futile,
No matter where I turn, I'll always have to face you.

I look in the mirror, and see a reflection,
one with dark hair and dark eyes.