My twin feels like a king.

When I am alone and can't hear the lullaby in your chest.
Missing your cubbyhole and the quiet and the dark.
Missing warm arms around cold ones.
Want the whispered kisses on foreheads, cheeks, and noses.
Want to wake up to you every time the sun comes up/goes down.
You make my heart feel like a hummingbird, and when you're not here, it stops.
Trying to sleep here feels like trying to sleep on a crowded freeway on the surface of the sun.
I am thinking you were made to fit me.