with you it was never difficult
the silence never awkward
the thought never incomplete.
i was whole.
you knew how to make me so.
is it strange that i walked away
but still feel the loss as if you had left?
i can’t find another you.
there is always something off:
the rhythm, the lilt, the answer.
what if there is no other?
of course there is no other.
what a relief.