Ah! But, I am her
And she is me.
That girl I see
Reflected back by the mirror.
Those vacant eyes,
Unless she smiles.
No, no! - Really smiles.
Those blue eyes get a spark,
My eyes crunch into crescent.
We'll have crows feet,
Her and me
She and I.
Her hand stretches out to me.
Pale pink, fingers slender
Plump forearms, long alabaster fingernails:
She touches me.
I feel my skin.
Face to fingertips
Fingertips to face.
We linger,
We are one.
His arm slips around me
Warm and protecting.
Oh, but wait...
That's my arm!
He's tucked behind me,
Body moulded with mine.
Alas! - It's only a pillow.
I still feel him though,
Like a phantom limb.
He's got them same skin
As me,
For he is me and together we're
We.
He and I.
Her and I.
Him and her.
We.
Me, myself, and I.
