Along the lines of
beauty, easy to follow down your face,
could we find similarities like
darts on a round board?
Every shared freckle a three,
faces dotted and dissimilar, a lost
game we can still play together.
Here we are alike, here we are
indifferent, here we are different.
Just like the type of twins that aren’t,
kaleidoscoped in what we share. I
loved your brown eyes.
My green never seemed so
never ending.
Over the slope of your nose, the scrunch of your
pursed lips, so
quick to a smile.
Remember then? Was it really
so easy to forget what you loved,
to find something worth staying for in me?
Under that roof, this roof, it should never have been
vacant as it is.
We were never so similar to be recognized as a whole, yet
X marked the spot they could find us. Look in
your brown mirror eyes, for the sparkles of a
zenith we once shared.