You Owe Me Diego
You owe me Diego.
Left me standing on the wharf.
Left me cowering in the rain.
in your shadows I was dwarfed.
It was misty.
It was cold.
We were both seventeen years old.
You left me there to make your way.
I was sick and had to stay.
I never saw you again in that life.
Relegated to being a wife.
Born together,
you were always the first.
Always had an insatiable thirst
to see other places
and meet other faces.
While I was cursed with the need to be nursed.
As I lay wasting in a sacrificial bed,
drawing near the mirror of the dead.
I made a wish,
on a spoon and a dish.
It was not a plea.
To know you once again,
keep my promise
count to ten
leaving oaths lost in tossed eternity.
But fate is a fancy fiend.
Laughing at its own jokes.
For in this time
I was given rhyme.
Heard every word
you spoke.
Once again you own the world,
and once again I’m a simple girl.
I lie in bed and read your books,
while the people praise your beguiling looks.
The pendulum will not be shook.
I am hidden,
written in my nook.
Your creativite and abundant talents
are courted and rewarded
beyond a natural balance.
They see your sheen,
it’s green with gallant.
A leading man,
you’re always valiant.
What you touch
it turns to gold.
I don’t have much.
It rots with mold.
The pattern repeats and repeats.
What’s my sin?
Why must I
forever live and die
as your missing twin?