by Alma Johnson

Mark –
I see the sunrise through
your eyes –
the birds singing your song.
The trees whispering –
your name – in my heart.
The wind howling your pain,
and now mine.
Getting closer to you,
with each day passing
with every sunset –
I see through your eyes.
Spring in th air –
winter – cold – in my heart.
My soul – wanting to be with you.
Needing to stay –
for your brother –
who is the other –
half of me.
Loving him always –
like you –
until – eternity –
both of my flesh you and him,
now only half of me, until –
I see you again.