Half
Swimming through waves of white and navy blue
Of an arm and a leg and a hand or two
The whens and wheres and whos don’t matter anymore
It’s just her and him and the bedroom floor
Constellations in the night sky and on salty skin
Trying her absolute hardest not to say what’s really within
She lets the silence run over them
Wondering what on earth she’d be
Without him
It’s as if there’s a before and after now
Yet still all people ask her is how
Absent mindedly she replies
How? Surely you do not mean how, you mean why
The how is simple the why is not
The how was over a coffee and a tea pot
The why is a cocktail of addiction, of validation
Of an all consuming fear of what she’d be alone at the station
Without him
Bags in hand, ten toes touching the yellow line
Arms intertwined, reassuring wafts of lavender and pine
He whispers, babe I’m sorry I have to go
She cries and cries, please please no
Bags on the ground, the train whizzes by
Fingers interlocked, a sad heavy sigh
If she’d known it could’ve hurt this much
Would she have ever met his touch
But on that fateful summer’s day, she did
Years melted into history, no longer just a kid
Was it just static or a literal spark?
It would be the first flicker to light up the dark
Cut her open and on her heart, you will find his name
Written hopefully at first, now burned in all the same
Intoxicated and lost in a maze of her own creation
He is her friend, her love, her home, her nation
Whimpering softly she asks him to turn on the light
Crushed and crippled, it takes all his might
Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand
He knows it’s time for him, her, them to stand
Let go and look to the sky, look beyond the sun
A human can be a star, a mouth can be a gun
He fires his final bullet, gentle but tough
Without me, you are you and that is more than enough
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