Maybe One
Why does your face haunt me at the oddest times of day and night
Your voice saying something unimportant in the light
I'm still not sure what we were lost souls grasping at vestigial spirits
I could have lost you to anything except this terrible final fate.
Were you friend or mother or foe or lover?
I don't know what you were to me except that I was it to you before.
You're still telling me what you left instead and never did say to me is happening now perhaps all that was left unsaid was the most there was or ever could have been
When the light and shadow played across the bridge of your nose and your skull was tilted as if thinking of the matching lines on our faces
I used to want to trade places or even be privy to your thoughts but always shut out from your barred untainted scarred mind because I was at the core of it in 
paradox trying to force my way through both sides but were you me or I you or both and I'm deluding myself maybe that you existed but in the truth we were alone.
How could I define something intangible to all senses except the one that you had and I simulated maybe I carried it too far I think therefore I'm not a lot of 
things and I don't believe you thought about you states of being or that they were on different planes but does it make a difference if you never were?  You could be yin and I yang but I never got them straight or remembered their importance
Were you angel or stranger or fiend or brother?
Perhaps I missed that essence that was you but I found something that wasn't you but me two minds juxtaposed or maybe only one but you were truth to me.

~E. Koven