Away she goes now

Like a dusty gale in a quick second.

Back to the land of snow and sun.

A home where the city is just a picture.

And the bucolic land rules with untamed wind.

 

Her eyes green like the innards of an emerald.

Her hair with the pigment of fall.

Shaded into autumn colors

That hide behind a weak blond.

Skin pale but darkened by the darkness of California.

She only has been dreaming of North Dakota.

 

Away he goes now

Wise but whimsical like the mouse from house of mouse.

He leaves behind the school of crimson and paper.

To a school of red and white.

A new home to make.

An old home to leave.

 

His skin chiseled from the dirt of El Salvador.

Wearing pants.

Or were they shorts?

Mind ignorant to the cold,

But acceptable to the absence of heat.

He leaves Mclane.

And moves on to a Fresno state.

 

Two gone with a heart that is woebegone.

I await to the day I can see them again.

Both my foils.

Both my opposites.

Both my friends.

Both my families.

Both my mind and my head.