Old pages of this blog whisper of a friendship,
a secret love,
an impossible hope.
This secret love of mine was shared
and so we were wedded.
We sleep by each other's side each night,
legs and arms twined
so that if you tried to make out who was who
I think you'd have a hard time of it.
It's strange to remember the days past,
how we once were two separate people.
I never felt so whole as I do now.
He is me and I am him,
and together, with God,
we are the world.