doppelgänger

I catch a glimpse,
the back of her head ahead of me.
I've been told about her before.
She glides though life
with ease and grace,
quicker to laugh
and fairer of face.
She is me,
just a little bit better,
a little bit thinner
yet fuller of sweater.
More easily liked,
her feet stride confidently
above the earth,
whereas mine get stuck
in mud...or my mouth
with a twist of phrase or ankle.
My doppelgänger,
she is beloved
and never left,
she does the leaving
but never leaves them grieving.
She needs no one
and so, has everyone.
I see her head ahead of me
and hate her,
just a little bit.