we match the colours of the universe, 

both born from the mouths of wolves, 

to lie around, get sick, rage at invasions,

raised by the same two, frightened by their abscence. 

he lies on my face and copies my heart beats, 

he wails when i wail. 

when i look at him i get a strange, sad feeling, i know how it feels to search for people.

people that will come home one day, 

but for now the gate swings,

and we bark at the birds in the garden.

 

ive heard his footsteps in my dreams before,  

in my slumbering world he recognised me, 

and when i wake not knowing who i am, 

the mirrors in my mind, they show me his reflection and the morning grows still.