The Deep Divorce

There is a deep divorce in my heart

The two parts of me

Once together

Now drifting to some destination I’m not sure about.

One half holds the scent of home

The slow, familiar rhythm of the tide

The other leaps into the surf

Seeking a shore denied by prudence and pain

I feel the tension

A single thread the ocean won't respect

Pulled until it snaps

Is there hope here;

Or am I wasting time?

Questions I can’t answer

Now I fear the silence

A sudden, shocking absence in the chest

Missing the not yet already that was both comforter and tyrant

The anchor that held me,

Dragged along the seabed, finding no purchase

I ignore the maps given by others

I only know the wind upon my brow

And the cold, empty space where unity was lost.