there is a crack.
it was never there before
it was not there yesterday
yesterday, I was whole
today, there is a hole
where once there was togetherness
now there are sides
this side, over here.
that side, over there.
in the middle, part is missing.
imagined differences become reality
defined by absence
absence, separation, cracks.
as we leave each other, we redefine ourselves anew
becoming less than what we were together
more than what we were before.
our memories become Kintsugi lacquer,
healing our broken cracks, making us stronger, and beautiful.
you may not return
(that side, over there)
your golden memories fill the cracks in me
making me beautiful