You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.

Born conjoined. Born companions. Born too early on an unlucky day.
Everything is double the ruckus and chaos. Everything is double the happy and joy.
Joined at the heartstrings, their hearts beat as one.
When one didn't know it, the other could tell it. And when one wasn't happy the other could feel it.
Together they were one, but separate the same.
Growing and fighting, growing and laughing. The same blood meant the same occasional bruise.
Small talk, quick remarks, rose gardens and shopping malls. Everything had to be same same.
Miraculous miracle surgery professional. Two quick snips changed the rules of the game.

Cut apart. Ripped companions. No physical pain was born that day.
Still a secret private connection. Nobody knows except you and me.
You are neat and clean and tidy. I am messy and messy and dirt.
You remember everyone's numbers. I remember the Science and English.
Share me your candy and I'll share you this toy. But don't share with anyone our secret alliance. They tried to take it away that day.
Together we are one, but separate the same.

Get a life. Get understanding. I'm glad that you see why I must go away.
My shadow isn't with me but this was the plan. I must see the world and let go of your hand.
I'm leaving and heaving and growing and paying and reading and wrapping and taxes.
Small talk, quick remarks, rose gardens and shopping malls. I'm facing them on my own.
I hear good occasional tidbits from you that satisfy my soul until I can see you again and I know that I can still feel that secret connection. It's fuzzy, but it's still here.

Run together. Hug too long. The lovely connection was back at full speed.
Everything is double the ruckus and chaos. Everything is double the happy and joy.
Sparks do fly when the look at each other and whispers will happen on pillows til dawn.
Together they are one, but separate the same.
One knows the world and the people inside it. One knows the home and the boredom outside.
They call each other sister and laugh cry and giggle. They call each other friend and have movie-reel thoughts.

Blow to the ribs. Slap to the face. You lied to me through identical teeth.
How could I have not have felt it. How could you have not have told.
Others saw and warned and pleaded but I stood for you and the truths I would hold.
I am really offended. I'm hurt and disgusted. The same blood means the same occasional bruise.
This new incision, this stab in the back has severed a secret that we never told.
Unless that is, you lied about that too dear sister.