1. You consume me like Melted ice on your tongue. Slowly turning into something else. The seasons of fall and winter Falling behind as your lips become extensions of mine. Where did one start and the other end? I wonder if we’re all just different forms of one another. A stream of flowing water waiting for those lost drops. Your hands, your eyes dip into mine Like I imagine the droplets from burdened leaves; Green and pale in the dappled sunlight Fall with sound. Like heaving breaths or trailing footsteps That wouldn’t dare dive in. 2. The idea of soulmates gives me a reason to grasp empty air Trailing my fingers down my neck Wondering if you would do the same if you were here. Are the hours, minutes, years wasted without you? I wonder this as my heart keeps beating effortlessly. A dull pain suspended between the beats of a bloodied drum. How am I expected to go on living when a piece of me is missing? Or maybe I’m meant to grow until I find you. A sapling wilted, the ground a heap of dry dirt cracked in anticipation of your summer rain. That will be flowing, flowing until the sky becomes bruised and flushed with grey.
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Two Parts of a Whole | Fiona Young
