split

I’ve been so happy, so full, so light

but sometimes the thought of you slips back in

the tilt of your voice,

our shared humor,

the ease, the playfulness,

the challenge, the attunement.

It’s the unanswered questions that undo me.

i’ll go days untouched by our breakup,

then, on a random drive home, i want to scream and cry

my heart feels the same first ache i felt 5 months ago

ill never understand how I’m still so torn

while you stay so neatly sewn.

how you could go from falling in love to nothing at all.

maybe that’s the difference between us:

the capacity to feel,

to love,

to reciprocate.

i’m re breaking my heart with my own thoughts