Hadn't thought of you in a while
Years really, been happy
Not like when we broke up
Like removing organs
How grown into each other
Thinking we could be one
Until we rubbed each other raw
Trying to fit in a single skin
Headed different directions
Birthing to individuals again, bloody
Newly navel'd stung by light
After years cuddle-coiled together
So harsh, the sun, the sharp air
That was no longer your skin
The half of my heart gone with you
Not beating under my ear
Two pieces, so much smaller
Trading strength for wounds
Shaped differently from then on
©️Sylphide poem 2020
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