It was the moment we were born.
Seconds apart, we came into the world.
It always annoyed us, always bothered us
that neither of our parents could remember
which was older, the first from the womb
We would always tease each other
But we were inseparable all the same.
It was the year that we changed
to the lonely, bitter I.
The year I went to my first funeral
and staring into the coffin numbly,
I remember seeing an almost
exact replica of myself
And that was the moment I broke.