Struggling to live in a world without my twin

its quiet tonight
even though its only 7:15 the darkness
has already settled in. the summer time
bugs are singing a sonnet. perhaps they do not
realize that summer has past. or perhaps they
are hanging on till the very end. Every now and
then one of them will silently creep into my basement
and on wash days i will stumble upon him looking as
if he belongs there and nothing is out of place.
its been a longing day - a longing for things and times
that have passed some time ago. a longing for childhood
days and dreams- secretly stored away inside my
beating heart. kjp