My Siamese sis,
We’ve a poor prognosis:
even if we could afford it
the delicate procedure
would only offer
a slim chance of survival
apart.
So I’m sorry to say
we’ll always dance clumsy
I step on you
and you step on me.
But maybe someday
together in time
we’ll see if we’ve any
common ground.
Codependence is a dirty word
but if you fell off a cliff
then so would I.
The lean that supports
doesn’t know how to fly.
So cover up the sky
and just struggle
to walk with me.
Trust in this, and only this:
Our common ground.
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