I loved you once. I was you once. We followed each other everywhere.


    You, stepping on my toes, me, following your lead. You, always pulling me through life, a rope tied along my waist, around your ankles, down my throat, across our neck. You pulled me left, right, forward, never back.


    You cried your tears into my lap.


    Not a word, not a word spoken, not a word needed. Companions for life, twins in the murk, alive in the light.


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    At night, you are alone without me. In the winter dark, do you remember me?


    I remember you. We share your grave. Your blood is mine, your life is mine, together we are complete, but apart… a part.


    Parts of a whole, a body led by you, a shared mind and shared sadness.


    I watched you get married, your first child, I watched you lose it all. I lost it all, too, without a word. And I never spoke out against you. I never fought back. I never asked you to change, and you never did.


    And I never did.


    When you died, I didn’t leave. I couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t leave. Two of the same, we’ll always be one and the same. I will never leave you. I couldn’t if I tried.