Try to explain,
The best the way I can.
Trying to cover,
Every reason.
Why Peter and I,
Took your identical twin sister,
Into the garden.
The smell of sex,
Blended with the scent of the flowers.
That was swept away by the wind.
In a matter of seconds
Why are there tears?
It could have been you.
Peter was weak,
He wanted you more than her.
But even he had had written,
“You can hardly tell the difference.”
When we went back indoors,
Your photographs seen there to stare.
As if in disagreement with the recent events.
I know very little about the distance between the stars…..
Or about the motives of thieves.
But I can always smell the summer coming….
At the latest, by early spring.