I was never really ever alone
I was never an I
perhaps not worthy of 'I' status;
really I was we
we did this, we did that
we do this, we do that
I refer to myself as we
and find myself rephrasing
(you don't know who we are)
and we click, we'll do this, we'll do that
twinship halved my identity
seems so and threaded me
so I was never truly I
and I was incomplete
and not enough without we.
(25th February 2014)

YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poésie"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)