I come back to me. I've had to go far a couple of times to find you; and in there, to find me. In everything you do, in everything you say, in your infinite, understanding, compassionate love. Close or far, you are. Everything we do without knowing, is being written in each others pages; as a prophesy, as a prayer, as a spell. There is no need for words, at last. We're children, infants. We see our souls when we see each other. We laugh, in intimate honor for each others light. We are. Mickey, Mick, Baby: I didn't know how deep my corners were, until you reached to meet them all. I didn't know how much you'd teach me. I always knew: I'd love you like my own blood. Our children will be yours and mine; our hearts will pound, always, from the same womb that made us sisters.