The first letter in every paragraph:
This is for my twin soul that committed suicide...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
She was driving to go and be with him
And had not seen him for a while...
I'm tired of chasing your shadow
You are always one step away...
I often imagine you close
In my thoughts you are so clear...
The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
A day went by without you
A week, a month, a year...
There are two of you now,
Ghosts hiding within the brownish green...
It seemed unreal,
to stand at your gravestone...
"You want to go boarding?
I've got skis you can borrow."...
I can see the sparkle in your eyes
begin to fade...