The Half Life of Love

In a world of twos,

Every thing

Bears the seed

Of it’s opposite.

A man, a woman,

Accidentally

Pulled together,

thoughtlessly.

Like drunk drivers

In a head-on collision

the moment slows,

Spirits drift aboard

the liebestraum

an opium dream

a no

pain place,

Two become one.

And there you

are

high,Together,

very high.

Sensation rushes

through

Every sinew,

you

are

living A love dream

you want more.

Until what

was

one, Becomes two,

forever none,

minus one.

Yet, the drug

is

In your system.

Everything hurts,

The burn

is

a ten.You swear

to God

you will never

do this again.

But, what then

is

the half-life

Of Love?

Cheryl Amy Hollander

February 6, 2016

revised 5 March 2018