You are the other me,
Wrapped around,
Squeezed between,
And embedded
In who I am.
Daily ventures,
The wanderings of
Memory,
Fueled by the
Constant conversation
With you in
My heart.
Patterns emerge
From random sky
Which only you
Could untwist
From rolling clouds.
Rays of sun
Spill forth,
And I know you
See it,
Too.
Categories: Poetry