So close are we that my reflection
is not my own image, but ours,
because it is not truly my semblance
unless you are close in toe.

And so far are we from the influence of others
that that scene will always be blank
but for the love shared between me and you
free from the hindrance of judgment,

And so hard is it for me to see you hurt
that your pain is my own repeated in front of me,
no matter how much comfort
I find stowed in your words

And when you speak you steal my words,
leaving me to stare at you speechless and awkward,
Because to me you will always be perfection
And I always inadequate

And when you think our thoughts are unified,
because in that instance I am wanted,
and I can reassure you
that at every waking moment you are wanted

And in my stages of dreaming you remain
in constant presence to make our time apart more bearable
until you return and we are close enough again
to hear the heartbeats of one another in unison.