Twins

That one
who is bird, poet
cloud, flower,
and lives inside me
disappears
leaving behind
emptiness
and sorrow


The other one,
her twin, pragmatic,
feeling weakened, downhearted
wonders if she lets time pass,
tries hard to bring back the absent one,
or only disguises her pain,
being conscious
that they are body and soul
Hand in glove
One for the other
Comfort and support...

Cecília