September Poems (2023)

Twin

It's that odd transition between day and night;
the sun still glows but the stars
have begun to glimmer.
The storm clouds are creeping over
from the east of the sky;
the last of the sunset is fading,
slowly melting from orange into blue, into black.

"I guess I'm more quiet these days,"
you say in a low voice,
dampened by the grass of the backyard.
It's soft underneath our feet.

It was then that made me think about
your future absence.
What would life be like without you
in the next room over?
I can't say,
I can't imagine a reality without you.

Who am I in your absence?
Our friend once described us as
peanut butter and jelly, saying,
"You can't have one without the other,"

but one day I will just be the peanut butter,
or you just the jelly;
what then?

Is it selfish to want to be the first one to die?

One day I will miss you,
but today
you are still here.