Pen in Motion

He says I should know him by now,

cause it’s been over a year

and we’re something like soul mates.

But how can I do that with

all this sameness –

same looks,

same lack of words.

Or few words.

Not the right words either.

And his looks always

have the same expression.

I know him as best as I can.

And he knows me more

than anyone who decided to break my heart

really should.

Catherine and Heathcliff –

more myself than I am, and vice versa.

Two peas in a nutshell, he says.

His other self, he says.

So maybe the words aren’t so bad.

(So it’s a “two poem post” kind of day…)