Thinking back to the very fist existence,
There was one that cannot be forgotten:
Clad in white, adorned with thorns,
And many emotions shown on its face.
Age alike, the mind even more so.
Gender didn't matter, as it is who I have become,
My twin - both in separation and connection,
My enemy - one who could not forget the past,
My mentor - always teaching and always learning,
But most of all,
My being - that has written my history.
There were many things that could not be forgiven,
Yet there were moments needed to be cherished,
And so happy times I will treasure,
Moments of betrayal I will forgive,
Sad events I will value,
Fury and Anger I will calm,
All with Memory and I.