My identical, my beautiful Soul said her goodbyes as she leaves for the night.
I'm left waiting for her return yet again, not knowing if she will be back with another tragedy.
Does she know what's best for her?
Deep down she knows but will never say it.
I watch her wither down to a small frame each day,
and I feel as though I'm losing my self.
We are one, we always have been and never will be separate.
I feel her emotions, I think her thoughts.
I know what's best for her because I am her.
We are the same but in our own bodies,
We know what's best for us, we know.