They say your lover is your better half
I'd say you're just my missing piece
The key to unlocking the life I'd die to see behind dull lids
Yet passing by my fingertips
And how I do miss you, my piece, each time we spend half our days apart
We were born in the same month — June
Eleven days apart
Five stations apart in the west
Two years apart in time
One swipe away on a screen from never meeting
"Sabai dee mai?"
You knew what to say next
"Sabai dee krap"
From there it started
Now I see you take after your Thai mother, I take after my Thai father
I take after the gemini sign well
Despite what all my friends say
Two-faced, flitting, witting, social butterfly, a player
I had my share of men and girls
Yet I could never put you out of my mind
You too tried to search for your twin
But the search never beared pearls
Until we emerged, half-formed, half-hopeful
Bonding over our failures in love
Over coffee, soju, tea, spit
Perhaps geminis can be two-faced
But they mean so much more to me now
Pride, strawberry, summer, sin, pearls
Now you
Now I
It might be the melodrama of being a gemini but
I want to grow old together in a world that doesn't want to live beyond a decade
I want you to know the weight of choosing to fight, to love, to create
Each moment never half-given, but fully crafted
Squeezing every last bit of good there is before the sun closes her lid on us
Who knows what the future has in store for us
But we will make it ourselves
We will write our own stories
And we will keep searching to make ourselves the better halves for our lost twins
P.S. we should have met as kids.
