One for years
Two find it hard to be
An imperfect disunion
Tried by halves
Half the pot of gold
Now so unlucky
Half the future prospects
Made bitter by division
One of a pair
One chair
Sad and alone
Without its twin
Half a dream
No use alone
Part can be patched
The other is irreparable
A mountainous absence
Impossible to breach
Half of my heart
No clean bisecting slice
No cut from start to finish
But one unending tear
Uneven edges
Still bleeding
Neither neat
Nor simple
A constant rip at the seams
My life essence is stretched thin
Impotent over the distance
Life is not like life
When souls can’t feel
How can I live
When my heart
Is in two places?
25/02/2010
© 2014 Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall