We travelled widely for over a year

And felt comfortable with each other

Although we are identical in many ways

We just blended in or so we thought

It might have remained like this

Never a destination only a journey

And then our father was drowned at sea


We felt like we had been punished

And separated in our guilt

I remained in Portugal

Distance was the only answer

On the rebound I met another teacher

We lived together until she returned to Brazil

These were our lost years