Divergence of The Twain
I was born in two halves: Red and Gold
Our colors mixed in the wind of our laughter
our tears
our screams
our shared stories
Colors flew when we hurled words at each other
like vocally loaded bullets
She would tell me
"I'm going to sister divorce you!"
But in the evening
Our secrets floated into each other's ears
Like butterflies
I could stare into her ocean eyes
and see my own soul reflected in them
Our bodies fit together like a puzzle
Like back when the womb shielded us
from the cold touch of time
When our lives began
We lived for each other
But we weren't made for each other
And someday
Life will wield a silver scalpel
And our Siamese heart will be split
and the arteries that hold the steady stream
of the golden blood of sisterhood
and memories of our childhood will be cauterized:
catching fireflies,
rollerblading,
bunk beds,
family trips,
will flow hot through our veins no more
While she finds herself in novel pursuits
and I find myself in living the novel of my life
I will have to live without my lionhearted other half
When that time comes, I will sit in my red rose-petaled chair,
Wishing to float on gilded butterfly wings once more.