Split Apart
She’s beautiful; my loving sweetheart
the canvas of God, a peerless piece of art
a lantern of joy; my light in the dark
my perfect puzzle piece; my only counterpart,
but, there’s a fork in the road, and we’re forced to split apart.
You ascend,
for you were made to fly,
I hit a dead-end,
for I was born to die,
I watch you rise as I slowly sink
in a life without magic
you were my greatest trick; the ace up my sleeve
“So please,” I plea, “don’t grieve as you leave
for we are who we are and life dealt you better cards,
I just want you to know,
you’re the only queen suited for my heart.”
By: Nathanael Mortensen[image error]Split Apart was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
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