Morgan Fuerstenberg graphic

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


Defiled all of the rules I had set

My love for you was bright


But undisclosed

If we were a song we would be 


And melodic

With perfect harmonies

We fit so well 

So well that when we fell apart I felt


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)