Long Lost Twin

A strange case of almost symmetry;
we arrived in situ in sync in
similar clothes – we hadn’t called to check.
We were within sightlines of the same people
we didn’t know we knew, until then.

We wrote out lists, details
of what we liked about ourselves.
Ticking off the similarities;
selecting the same things, different orders.
We fell into lockstep, double quick.

We came at things from opposite angles
to arrive at the same conclusions.
We bounce off each other now;
spell the same words wrong.
I think of numbers, he writes them down.