We both told each other everything except for the one time of how we died.
Remember back when we dived into an ocean of lies that strung us together very tight.
The high tides of the Atlantic were fantastic everytime we ran away from detention.
In order for us to get fresh air we had to hold each other mid air hoping the parachute does not fail.
How I wish we faked our deaths so we could escape to the Capes where our Mothers hoped we would elope.
We are in-separable as the Atlantic and Indian oceans everytime we swallow it to keep our bodies adrift from the dessert we deserted a long time ago.
Wow, how I miss you everyday even though I did not get the chance to meet you my dearly departed Sister.