Lost Love

Finding each other

After being lost for years

Depleted

If I feel depleted
Why should I breathe a name
That carves chunks of my heart
At night
And pending mornings
Sticks them
With meager liquid…

dichotomy… your middle name.

diversions fraught with dichotomies leave me listless in apathy
an enigma…

We were not meant to be

We held hands for but a second. 
It was not intimate, it just was.
Then you went on without me.

I am stone

My gaze is transfixed.

The light my eyes used to sparkle