My Soulmate, Sandy
By Adele L
Sandy is my soulmate, my long-lost sister
But found.
The key to unlock my treasure chest of forgotten memories
We are joined since birth
Sandy and I were together always
Too close to be separated.
She looks like tanned sand,
With a touch of wet black driftwood for eyes and nose
The sound of beans rustling in a beanbag
The warm glow of sun on my back; she is here
Tasting of salted spun sugar on a sticky spider’s web
Is what she reminds me of.
Slightly stiff fluff, a set cloud in the sky
Worn with memories
The splash of the waves, a whiff of eucalyptus
The slightly stale smell of ten-year-old Band-Aids
My soulmate, Sandy.