Splitting...

now i am comforted.
got used to doing another
and thinking about
another, if only i have
to survive,
i have to split this
self into
halves, one for you
savor it
and one for me
so i can
always
forget.

then we live
as happily as
ever after.

i am assured
this world too is split
into a day and
a night

a face of demarcations
the happy one
and the
grieving one

in their unity
a world is created
yours, mine
theirs, ours,

do not guess
this is more real

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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