• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 11
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My Life

Is sad story
A sad song badly told
Maybe a poem
Without folds
Or rhyme
Full of blank verse
Out of time
Out of sync
With your song
Which I have listened to
Since you belonged to me
And I to you
A song we see
And listen for
Now you are here
The poem changes
And grows
It ranges and moves
It growls and laughs
And takes on new parts
Firstly bits of you
And then a new design
Written by us both
In time to a rhythm
Found beneath our skin
We are like the twin
Who fails to recognise her sibling