Balance

You are my best.
Each side of me is less,
without the balance of you.
This is sad, but true.
Our hearts are not wanting
comfortless mornings, nor
to be lost beneath moons.
Soon, the numb will last longer.
Loss is less, when fonder,
as we are, but…
Oh, how do I miss you?
My heart breaks, jagged,
cracked and ragged.
There is no mending it.
At least, we are both missed.
One on each end, striving.
I do believe in being whole
and I thank you for that.

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