I cannot decide
if I gave you my world
or if you stole it.
Right now, in this forever temporary now,
as ink meets paper
I still cannot put you down.
Twenty years were yours
no giving and taking
only sharing.
Twenty years spent together
intertwining shared and co dependent roots
each into the other.
At some unidentified point
complacency began to form and grow
now fungus and mould thrived.
Somewhere down this line
each took the other for granted
a false assumption that this was a forever after.
But it wasn't,
the roots constricted
and squeezed the heart.
Until it died
and you moved on, and with you
went my world.
