Parallelism

Two lines met at

infinity.

And then, diverged

eternally.

Alter Ego

The other one of me,

The one that lives with

the girl next door,

and her imperfections;

Seems happier.

The other one of her,

The one who lives with

me. Makes my bed and

me love her perfection;

Seems happier.

The two of us,

Seem happier,

with the other one.

One that never was

and never will be. 

Dust

The 18^th century mahogany shoe rack,

 finally spilled. Ivory worms savoring on

hollow bones and crimson innards,  

reduced to Dust on fine Italian leather.

A rabbit thump and good as new.

An aging loafer leaves rotten remains,

a lingering musty smell, gathers Dust.

He never thumps, He limps, spreads it far

On grass, wet and never trampled before.