NonWhole

Nonwhole

You are never going to

Love me as

I do you.

For sunsets I have

Tried to find in

You those feelings

That inhabit me

But

Came up with a

Hand full of

Friend-glazed

Memories and

Tiny chipped bits

Of different times

We spent alone.

As if you smelled

The dedication on my

Breath.

You stated clearly

Through well-placed

Hints and stern

Doses of eye contact

That

You belong in the

World of

Another man.

A smile upon my

Face at each

Glance upon the

Matching seat next

To mine filled

With memories

Of you and melancholy

Webs.

The whispers of others

Redemptions in my left ear,

The thunder of empty eyed

Commuters in my right ear,

And my world for one

Barking in my face.

I am surrounded

In my solitude.

Every wold resident reaching for my

Hand

And i am in my solitude

I am partial, incomplete.