I drew us on opposing pages
so our lips would finally touch
and our hair would mingle together
though I never intended it as such.
Here in this sketchbook,
among portraits of people from my brain,
we are together but different
my then dearest wish made plain.
I knew your face so well
yet here’s where art and life sever.
I drew us on opposing pages so, even now,
I could look at you forever.