When I came into the world my anti-matter other did too.  At first we were unaware of each other as we crawled towards each other over a great distance.  Slowly we came to our hands and knees and took our first wobbly steps towards each other over the many years which separated us.  As I stood and started to walk slowly forwards, I did not realize there was a goal and a rendezvous towards which I was heading.

It was only as I got older that I became dimly aware of the other who was coming towards me, shadowing me as it were from far away.

A little older still and he was like a speck on my windshield, a bothersome fly hovering just over the edge of my vision but easily ignored.

He got larger as I did and I became more conscious of his movement.  There I could see the blur of his motion, the slow descent of his foot on the dusty ground, the faint reverberation as the steps came closer.

He approaches, a dark empty shell of me or rather my opposite.  I hear his footfall louder now, his shape is coming into view as if he was coming from around the corner but really, he was always right there in front of me, advancing, slowly eating up the miles and minutes and seconds that separate us.

And now he looms above me on the horizon, although he is no taller than me.   I went in search of a destiny, but I did not somehow succeed in finding the fame and fortune that awaited me.   I was distracted by my inner demons.   I paid no attention to his constant and consistent walk towards me.  It felt like I had time, I took my time and I wasted it.  I was supposed to go searching for my destiny but have found, instead my doom. 

And at the end of all, he will come to me and I will recognize him for he looks exactly like me except he is my exact opposite.  And as he approaches, I will reach towards him as he reaches for me, like my image in a mirror, like the myriad images I saw in my father’s fitting mirror folded around myself.

Except now finally, we will touch and burn through the glass surface that separates us and we will embrace and in a flash, an instant of time, we will pass from existence to its opposite. 

And someone else will be looking at the mirror but it will not be me and in the mirror there will be no one. 

And  others will think about me and say, “So that was his ultimate fate.”

But my screen will be blank.