A smile breaks across her face
And I am found.
Between her lips, in the crease of her smile.
I hide.
Tucked safely away from the world, lost in only her.

She is my tiny twin.
My shadow.
The physical embodiment of a portion of my heart I was afraid to access,
Afraid to explore.
Now, trailing me daily to remind me,
I have to be more.
For her.

She laughs at the sun as it peaks through the windows,
Dancing across the floor.
Making shadow puppets and dancing with her silhouette
She finds joy and beauty everywhere.
Her soul is unblemished and happy.

She is my muse.
The reason I wake and face a day I know will bring more trouble than I feel i can handle.
The reason my pen scratches briskly across the page,
Pouring out the memories and desires I am afraid to voice anywhere else.

When I die, lay me nearest to the sun as it peaks over a hill.
So she may come visit me and dance with her silhouette,
I will be dancing with her, across the floor.