Halves

A Poem by myst-ry

Across my mind,
thoughts of shifting the hibiscus
from left to right,
break me up
into halves:
equally broken
equally unheard
but..
unequally visible.

You are felt
in the virtual touch
of fingers that caress my hairlocks
that hold the remnant end
of our knot's thread,
but the other half feels..

You are heard
in the repeated whispers
arising from your side of locked lips

that indistinctly mumble
our duet's unsaid words,
but the other half says..

You are seen
in the lascivious smile
as your thirsty eyes bury into mine
through blades of your lashes
over my unparted lids,
but the other half sees..

Of these two halves
one yields to you
in a selfless soul sacrifice,

the other gets buried
beneath heap of dark ashes
and burnt offerings of dead passion;
the half
that in impulsive spontaneity
would have once agreed
I love you.

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Heartbroken