furniture shared
and letters traded

hardly a thing I own
without your mark

i’ve nurtured you
as you threw up bile 

and you shed tears
when I bled my heart

your ways become mine
and my heart yours

the line that runs between us unbroken

the knocking doors and answered phones
have always been eager between us

some unbroken lineage
we have to fulfill

we both laugh at the prospect
and toss back another cup of fate

you tell me your stories
and I tell you mine

we blend together in this weave 

and it’s too late
to pull us apart