and I know her better than I know myself
I can anticipate her moods and needs
and sometimes what she'll say
her thoughts as easy to discern
as the time on a clock face
we are not two people but one unit
each an extension of the other.
Other days I wake up
and I don't know her at all
we are like strangers
and communication is so difficult
it is almost futile
we are all sharp edges and confusion
she's as unknowable as an alien would be
as inscrutable as the Sphinx.
I love her on both days.
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