I wasn't born alone.

The night before we left for college,

I crawled into your bed and hugged my body close to yours.

We were once one body.

Your breathing stayed slow and measured.

 You slept as I wept

And I could feel the gap growing wider between us

Despite how hard I pressed myself against you. 

How did we become two souls?

Time has made us so distinct.

It’s time that makes us feel alone.

It’s knowing that we were once one body,

(it is no longer a memory)

That keeps pulling me out of the fear. 

Do we really all die alone?

I wasn’t born alone. 

I can't die alone.