Two women
Sat awkwardly out in the green.
Their memories turned to black and white
As they recalled their fight.
One grew up in a shadow
The other in the blinding privilege.
Where one was loved
And granted hugs
The other was a disappointment.
A child of darkness.
Where one was weak
The other was brave.
One's life was just beginning
Whereas the others was set in stone.
One had lived
The other had died
One had all the answers
While the other wondered why.
They both were sorry
One for her anger
One for her existence
Neither meant to bring the other pain
But that's all that they gained.
One got an organ
The other had lost one
The same genes made them
The same fate saved them.
One snuggled closer
And the other let her.
Where one smelled like cheap soap
The other smelled of expensive perfume.
One was unexperienced
The other well-traveled.
One could barely recite a song.
The other could recite Dante, Homer, Chekov and the like.
One laid in the others chest
The other rested her chin on the others head.
They should go to bed
But enjoyed this so
Two hearts morphed
They held hands.
One hand was soft, firm and young
The other was rough, strong and damaged.
Each hand told a story.
Their blood merged
As blue rivers carved under pale skin.
It was perfect,
They were perfect.
Yes they were broken but they broke in just the right spots
To slide into each other
Like fate itself designed them that way.
Older lips attached to the younger hand.
The feeling was so grand.
Younger lips kissed honey blonde hair
Nothing could take them from there.
Looking into each other's eyes
One saw her future
The other her youth.
They smirked.
Under the light of the setting sun
Maura finally spoke,
"We are one."