I met you on the day you were born
Well we met each other I should say
I had known before but now I knew for sure
We would be inseparable
~
Our parents always had trouble telling us apart
We thought it was funny even when they didn’t
There was no one I ever wanted to be with but you
We didn’t need friends when we had each other
~
We spoke our own languages
Could hear one another’s thoughts
Walked together through everything
We were two people who moved as one
~
Even when we grew up
It never changed
We found ourselves partners
And we moved our separate ways
~
While I have loved many in my life
My first love was you my twin
From the moment we first met
I knew we’d be together forever
~
We even died on the same day
Just so we wouldn’t be apart for even one day
Seeing you there at the pearly gates
My heart cried with my love for you
~
I ran with the idea of twins who are inseparable all their lives even when thousands of miles away from each other. Let me know what you think of it. I hope you liked it. If you did then please heart, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. You can now also pledge 3 dollars a month to me and help support me as a creator. If you do, you get the benefit of having my stories at the top of you subscription feed anytime I post something new. Till next time.
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Josephine Mason
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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Comments (5)
This poem shows such a depth of love. Nice work!
Beautiful poem. I sense a deeper meaning coming from you.
Touching poem! It would be very comforting having someone you are that close to.
Very nice indeed, like a soulmate ♥️👍🦋
Lovely words