You and I

Sometimes I sit, and I wonder,
How much of you,
Lives in me,
How much of me,
Breathes in you.

I wonder,
If you changed,
The scent of me,
Just by touching my skin,
As long as you did.

I wonder,
If you speak,
When words come out of my mouth,
Or if my hands move,
Just the way yours do.

I wonder,
How deeply,
You are infused in me,
And if anyone can any longer,
Even tell us apart.

I wonder,
If we are lovers,
Or mirrors,
Reflecting each other,
And then....

Then I stop wondering,
And just experience,
This miracle,
that you and I, and I and you,
Have become.