We have parted —
We have outgrown the form
That contained us.
What we called — and “with”
Was a seam under tension —
Two truths pulling in opposite directions.
So I did not leave you.
I left our version
That can no longer contain reality.
Love has died —
It has changed shape,
Just subtly enough to survive.
And somewhere beyond the wreck,
Without needing to be held back or held back,
If
We are ever —
Untouched.
© GÄ
Poétique 