Paper Dolls

When your faces threaten to become one in my mind,
and your lovelies separate to force the difference between,
I cut you out like paper dolls,
and dress you up, matching outfits.
I now see there are limits to
the page.
Or my hand.
And you must become one, or two, but not five, not ten;
if only because it will be easier
to remember
if i can forget
the differences
between.