Walking down the street
One day
I separated
I was crying
divided in two
a casual observer
watching myself cry
beside myself
What’s the matter?
I casually asked (No Reply)
Not knowing how long
This division would last
Mildly anxious (Keening)
disinterested
wanting to join in
enviously detached
Building annoyance
Look (Accept me)
what is this about?
No patience
I give up
this puzzle
wasting of time (Breathing space).
a nonsense
And I think I am whole again.
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