Losing you was losing half of myself.

I thought that I’d been through heartbreak

Knew the course it would take

That I was prepared to endure what would come

I was wrong. 

This love was different

Of a new species, in fact.

It was simple

Pure

Defiled all of the rules I had set

My love for you was bright

Beguiling

But undisclosed

If we were a song we would be 

Sweet

And melodic

With perfect harmonies

We fit so well 

So well that when we fell apart I felt

Incomplete

Fingers were missing

No longer interlocked

A hole in my cheek

Where your lips were once placed

Though you were never mine

In truth

Losing you was losing half of myself.

(Now read it backwards)