You share my blood, yet for so long We never quite saw eye to eye. You still grasped my hand and held it. You never let go. A twin, I suppose, is what you are. A mirror image of me, a dream-self. In a richer life. One full of lustrous adventures. Marching down a cobblestone street; Sipping sweet secrets in a foreign land; Fighting the enemy, calling out in triumph. Perhaps you are a lesson, maybe a vision. One that beckons me to go further. Calls to keep growing. Becoming. For four fervent years We have shared our hearts, every fiber of our soul Has bled into each others veins. And when the day comes, please know.