Twinning

A crash,
a collision -
a momentary
recognition

For a second I thought your deep brown eyes were my own.

And so through them

I saw numbers collide,
as towers of reason crumbled,
having been swallowed up by their own shadows,
which spread endlessly across the blackest tundra,
expanded outwards
to meet the sky –
and finally, I saw I
rising up above a certain destruction,
shaking off the detritus
of a place that should have never been –
I had all at once come home; found my twin,
and apparently, it was time to go.

An apology,
a walking away –
an attempt at union,
so slipped away.