The Sun Still Shines on a Black Rose [Poetry]

Bonded

Bonded

Giggles in the closet... shh... Small hands and feet.

Tiny voices and curly hair, eating Cheerios at the

green table. Running, biking, playing.

Sitting in the sun, skin burning, pages fluttering,

words floating through the air. Three a.m. snacks and

talks about boys and love and death. Laughter.

...shh... mom and dad are sleeping.

Secrets, but never between us. Time was slipping away

like sand falling through fingers.

You can do this, my twin told me before I left.

We can do this, I told my best friend.

Eighteen years by your side, first one a part.

Your voice sounds different on the phone.

Miles between us make you sound so far away,

but your presence, always near.