You said to be with her, but still love me after all these years, was like being torn in two.
I told you to be with her.
Your rush to finally be free from my grasp, showed me my hold on you was too tight, too rough.
You apologized.
You said you would come back.
and sure, maybe we always have come back to one another
but that was when I was the one leaving, and you swore you'd always be the still one.
I am trying to depart from this place since you know where to find me, but that same reason is why I linger
so I stumble.

Your presence in my life is ethereal; invisible, yet detectable.
we are two tectonic plates that had once met, but now drift on opposite sides of the earth,
leaving only mountain ranges as testimony of our collision.
One day, geographers will come, measuring the peaks and the basins on each of us.
They will note the scattered casualties of our momentary conclave

and they will fall in love.