In a room crowded with souls 

I can feel you 

In abandoned neighbour-hoods and empty halls

I can feel you 

In dream and in materiality 

In imagination and in reality 

I can feel you 

God created everything in two 

One is not meant to exist without the other 

And my poetry can’t exist without you 

Empty books waiting for your name to be on the cover 

Black charcoal cloaks each page 

Brewing coffee and burning sage 

Wish you were here to fill up my stanzas 

Wish you were here to fill up my canvas 

Shadows intertwined on the side road 

Two figures in the far end, steps slowed

Used to walk in pair 

Now I can’t recognize your shadow standing there

Pour a full glass for you 

Always give you everything in two 

Can’t drink from one cup if the other is empty 

Can’t sit on one swing if the other is empty 

Can’t exist in one heart if the other is empty 

Ever wondered why morning doesn’t exist without night? 

Why darkness doesn’t exist without light? 

One exists for the other 

Can’t be a lover without another lover 

Color these pages with dark titian

Hold these poems with a gentle grip 

Need two sailors to steer this ship 

One plus the other 

Can’t have one without another