It is I

It is I, the eternal illness

the eternal sick

the eternal dark

the eternal knowledge

that i will never be with you

that we don't see eye to eye

that we claw at one another's

souls

that we were separated at birth

that the cord was cut

that i can say where your body ends

and where mine begins

it is I

eternal lonliness

eternal longing

eternal existence

I am pain, nausea

a heaving torso, a writhing spine

and wet eyes

I am sick with grief

even we are sick with grief

A gulf that pierces us all

right through the center

black stitches through a colored quilt

it is I

I that holds the world together