Inspired by a late night

Two

A lake.

Still, harsh, cold.

Its surface shiny and glistening;

like the eyes that haunt me each day.

A boat.

Battered and peeling,

containing us both.

Two lives balanced between Earth and sky.

A history.

Our paths fated to be walked together-

fully entwined.

Childhood spent playing halves to one life.

A push.

And weeds dragged you under;

hair curled around your face,

clutching at your breath.

A shout.

Remorseful tears drop,

merging with the murky depths

that now form your grave.

A twin.

Now left alone,

solitary.

To see the world through guilty eyes.