#Untitled 48 (Two of a Kind)

by ThisIsShe|Mags


We stand, two of a kind.

Drawn in by numbers and figures –

dates for data (minding our pasts).

I saw her in you as you saw me in you. Were we fools, to begin with, or has love done something crazy (immaculate)?

I see not her, but me in her… (I guess a past of the past too.)

If I could visualise a space where we too could meet, right at the middle, it would be because we’re two of a kind.

So then, do you remember which one

is me?