Sister Sister

Twin flame,

does nothing to explain You

and yet without you I am ashes

It is not words

It is a ravine of No Words

It is wordlessness in its purest form 

It is escape and containment

Jewels and sand

Love is A word

But not The word

Instead I press my face into

the thinly spun web of the In-between

to describe what 

You are to me

I can feel your last breath in the hospice,

Before you are even old or sick

I am crushed, choked

For your eyes were the first and only,

to see me in 3D