Duality

We are like two little plant pots
Hanging by an abandoned window
Fortunate to have those exact spots
The sun touching us with its glow
Old pipes dribbling nourishment
Rains reaching through as feasts
No doors to let in bereavement
Or even preying birds and beasts
A few feet apart, we keep thriving
Rare spells of drought barely daunting
Shrivel, shrink, fight & grow again
Soak the sun & share our pain
Had I been a lone forgotten sapling
Languishing by that rusted grill
Solitary survival wouldn’t be a thrill
Death would be welcome to take its fill
You my friend have been the fence
Where my vines found strength to lean
Orphaned as we were, left unseen
Duality made grass our side green