Twin Cherries

We are old news, expired
before we even began,
before we could taste being new.

Sometimes, we live an eternity
within each other—in an instant.
And sometimes,
we consume one another in a single glance.

We compare our fate, our future,
like two tulips in time’s vase,
airing them, sharing them,
as a pair of twin cherries.

But we expire—
and the only thing that remains of us
is the taste,
etched forever
into life's consciousness.