Dichotomy

I could not tell the two of you apart. even when i tried to squint you just grew narrower and these words are slender stalks in a field seamless yet sperate, unrhyming yet punctuated. i remember sitting in the kitchen with poor posture misspelling the word absence. you collected a few of the absract moments to form are binary convoluted past personages. who spoke in the third person and misdiagnosed the moments before leaving only shades of gray pathologies for us to follow. niether light nor dark. i tried to gather a little from the two of you to trace an opinioned outline of you on some paper, but the opinions fell down. so i used instead a magnet off of your refrigerator. you said something like..... what are you doing or i think im thirsty. a half empty half full glass sits on the counter across the room.