One Lost soul.
Being real.
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The way it came together

5 years later

I found you.

Suddenly,

Abruptly,

A shock to my heart.

And

You found her.

She lights up your eyes.

She lifts your soul

To the heavens

With the swirling rainbows

Of new love.

I returned to my waiting love,

After you left.

I shattered to splinters,

Broken beyond repair,

By you.

And this is how it came together.

He picked up the pieces.

And loved them.

He loved me.

Like you would not.

Even though I was fragmented,

And tormented.

And

So. Utterly. Alone.

But im not so broken

Anymore.

I’m whole, And complete.

Maybe you entered my life

To break me down

To nothing.

To die or rebuild.

I wanted to die so much more,

But he helped me live.

Now I’m strong.

And my love cradles my heart

In his strong hands.

And this is the way it came together.

You with young love.

Radiant, fresh, new.

Redeeming and healing the hole inside you.

And I,

With mature love.

Lamenting grey hairs,

And rickety knees.

And sitting outside,

Watching the kids

Ride scooters,

And play basketball,

They grow up so fast.

And find love themselves.

And he and I.

Spend nights together,

Dancing with words and bodies entwined.

This is gloriously how it came together.

And I?

A whole person.

Finally I know who I am.

I no longer need to ask

Who is Becca?

She’s here and she’s adequate and she’s

Enough.

I found her because of you.

Thank you.

I will find gratitude for you.

And try to forget you.

Because you have

An exquisite union

With her.

And I have a strong capable man,

Who found himself.

Just as I built myself up.

Whole ourselves.

Together.

Two whole spirits twice as bountiful,

As when we were half.

And this is how it came together.

And all is well.

All is well.

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