Still learning to deal with

On stage the two players
The two men
Smiled at each
Continuously
Conspiratorialy
Like lovers

I whipped around
To tell you
What i thought -

It's not a good sign when

All of your daydreams
And mental simulations
End with you shouting
"Leave me alone"

Where did i go wrong?

I conclude that i had done
Nothing wrong,
Despite your attempts
To convince me otherwise

I had always done my best

And my best, it appears,
Was not enough
And will never be

The split

Only something like this
Lets me truly understand
The nature of the lines

The split, then,
means not sorrow alone
Unlike the decline
It is a period of equal
joy and grief

While those lucky few
with islands
withstands the upheavals
to meet again

Those with the split

Drift further and further apart