We sit down
At the Bar
You remark on
My posture
We order
Your favorite
Jack and
Coke
We sling
Them back
Double Shots
Burning my belly
Your eyes fill
With disbelief
I can see
The photographs flash
In front of
You
School Pictures
Prom Photos
Graduation
Shots
All Stacked up
Underneath this very
Bar-
Stool
My eyes roll
Away from sentimentality
Laughing it
Off
I order
Two more
I can hear you
Tell me to
Slow
Down
As if
Recorded into
A Broken
Record
Even now
I’m still
Your Baby
Sister
As My
Vision Doubles
Your Smile
Remains
As One
Though
your voice
Seems to grow
Faint
My throat begins
To burn
Feeling myself
Crying out
Over a space
Much more vast
Than the distance
Between
Our two
Barstools
Before I misplace
Myself Completely
You
Catch me
Your other Half
Your little twin
I will
Not be
Doubled
Over
We are
Celebrating
This
Birthday
As I blink
To see you
Through
My blear
I see you
Preparing
To
go
Mirroring my moves
To put me at ease
But your
Cheeks
Have lost
Dimension
Your color
No longer
Changes in
The light
You pull your
Hands away
Not wanting to
Make me
Cold
Insisting I’m
Warm
My clammy
Palms
Push
Forward
Just in
Time
To
Catch
That
Paper
Wafting
Down
I snatch it
Up
Staring at
Your smile
That always
Did
Photograph
Well
Flipping it
Over
I tried to
Remember
When you had
Signed
This photo
You could never
Have known
About
I refuse
The answer
Wary of the lies
You will believe
When you
Split drinks
With A Memory.