Lone

I am unknowable
to you as you are
to me. Though we have
mapped the topography 
studied the variations
each of the other
and filled twin brains
with the cotton wool 
weave of days and memory 
of triumph and trial,
I came here alone
and will leave alone
as will you, each filled 
though we are of the other, 
each with prints hand and foot
of the other up and down
deep in sockets and chambers
out and away we will spin
off away from you, from me.
Round trip, wild ride 
the price is this and only this;
you come alone with nothing, 
you leave alone, take nothing.