One green
is the ghost of
another yellow,
another blue,
another three
is the ghost
of one and two.
A single bell
rings with one
another’s sound.
Each breath is
shared by one
another’s lungs.
Did you ever take
a pair of shoes
and throw one
in the lake and keep
one under your pillow
while you slept?
Did they still
feel their twin
side-by-side
nearby and know
each other’s steps?
We are both echo
and voice, both wave
and shore, we are
one wandering lost
along another road,
and another
welcoming one
inside our home.
A fire can’t burn
by itself, alphabets
need letters to exist,
a hand only feels
how cold it was
when it holds
another hand.