Her and I - 20 Sep 2021

The more the days go on the more I feel,

Or should I say,

The less I feel like her,

Its a strange feeling.

I stopped using her name, yet it rolls off My tongue when needed, however alien it feels on double take.

Simple things,

Like post, emails, hell, even an initial necklace, they’re all Her name, not mine.

When I wake up and spend My days,

I’m Her,

I’m pretty much always Her.

But sometimes I see her, from memories. My own yet so alien to Me.

I feel at an impasse

I can’t let go of her just yet.

My being is full, whole.

I have risen like a phoenix and yet,

I am both, and therefore neither.

I keep her locked inside My chest.

she’s safe there.

We sink Our roots and grow ever stronger together.