Division
Leaving myself behind
Only a shadow of what I
Once was. Can't be.
That glow'ring ghost's no longer me.
Our hands, then fingers slide apart
Each perfectly crafted, matched by art
That now belongs in a museum's rooms . . .
I go to ascend; she goes to her tomb.
Between us, a sliver of shadow remains,
Left alone to bear our pain,
And somehow grow; we apologize--
Fear and tears in the three-pair eyes.