Everything in common

oh this beating heart
of our likeness
no two distant spirits could have shared
more in common, including scars
and this long radio silence
that we both vowed
not to break
out there
your kettle whistles
so does mine
our hands do not know
whether to turn off the fire first
or pick up the phone
to say let’s have a cup
together
just once
let’s drink from each other’s cup
again
before we pour ourselves
into someone else