Two Were Once One
I've known you now for forty years, and yet
you seem to lack familiarity.
I used to smile, dance a foxtrot with you -
and trip with joy and hold that friendly hand.
But where am I to find you? When, indeed?
You're still alive but sitting with no twinkle?
No love of me - the friendship we did share?
No wrinkle in your eyes, no upward lips?
That greatest shame, which so casts out what was
a thing that used to bind us - keep us close,
as part of one another's being - now
shows such an absence, such a misery.
It's now a void, the blackest chasm that
could part two people - two who once were one.
(Jan 2023)
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