SPLIT!

Did I split?
Myself?
Was I One
Always ‘together’
Always fun?

The Acceptable bored
So I cleaved
And fell here
Bereaved
Mourning every morning
Alone
Uncuddled – Uncuddlable
Separate – Separable

Almost forgotten
Searching forlorn
Ever since being born

But am I right
Is it real
Was I once One
How did it feel

A lifetime
Of seeking
Not knowing
Just bleating
A vague feeling
On the edge
Fleeting

Are YOU there?
Am I there?
My other half
Or is it delusion
Causing more bruises
Hurting
Fallen

Still falling
Plunging down
All my own work
God what a jerk.

© Charles Tolman

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