My soul comes back in twos. One to watch the other move & the other to move. Some days they sit. Some days they hold hands and surround a tree. They hold so tight the tree grows around them. My soul is in two but does not haunt the tree. One sings a muffled song into the tree's ear & the other does not move. The other wants to move, but does not want to leave one. One has a thirst & lets go while the other breaths again. Some days they sit.