My palms are a negative charge…
Your positive is so strong it tickles the middle of my hands as they reach and find comfort on the only walls I didn’t build.
My best friend assured me that I’d never find your equal – but being half you , it’s strangely uncomfortable to walk on a continent without you.
I have been rushing you lately…
But every time I meet myself in the mirror,
There’s a new grey hair and I
Am petrified of spending another moment apart.