Separated at birth were we,
Who face each other across this table,
Not recognising the women we see
Unable to keep our hands stable
Or our eyes still.
It was all beyond our will
So out of control.
They stole her from me, me from her
As if we wouldn't mind
As if our kind are immune,
But when our eyes met we knew
That the years meant nothing
And we had never truly been apart
In our hearts,
She was me all along, and I her.
