1 of 2
Sometimes when two become fractured, one is a very lonely number.
One of Two
I am one of two,
yet two were meant to be one.
Fractured hearts breathe but loneliness.
The air in my lungs
diminished.
My eyes turned blind by
indifference.
Like walking a forest without a path.
Standing in the rain,
mourning the sun.
I need the second to complete
my one.
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