Yes we're both a little broken.
Parts of you still love her,
the one who smiled and whispered your name
late, late in the night.
When your eyes glance away
I wonder if that's where you go.
You are quiet.
Still.
I hear you're breath,
And drift into you're mind's eye
to see if you're with her now.
Parts of me still love him,
the one who wrapped his hands around my waist
and kissed me soft.
Each deep sigh I release
and you worry, You worry
Still.
Grasping at the soul winds leaving my body,
going far and away, far and away towards him.
Ssshhh, let's not wonder. Not worry.
Lie here with me.
And the parts that are left,
Of us
We'll melt them together.
You and me.
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