Struggling to live in a world without my twin

She was illusive.
 She was today.
 She was tomorrow.
 She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower
 the flitting shadow of an elf owl
 We did not know what to make of her
 In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork-board like a butterfly,
 but the pin merely went through and away she flew ~
 (Jerry Spinelli)