The look

 

The look said more

than any silent words

dripped from honeydew lips

could ever say.

It crawled into my eyes, slipped

into the cracks,

where the soul sat.

 

It looked deep into the dark

and asked

a silent question,

with an answer

only heard in echoes

on the wind. It asked

"Are you the other half

of this broken heart?"

 

The look crept

through the cracks

that let the light inside

and it stayed,

building a home in the mind.

With arms held open wide, it asked

"Are you my other side?"

 

The look etched in my brain,

in my bones, in my very atoms.

Every single grain

of my being.

It spoke in silence.

Its words reverberated

an energy, a wave,

a chemistry, chemically

contained within me.

It asked

"Are you the answer I seek?"

 

I speak in silent tones.

I let the words flow

in my hormones,

through pheromones.

I let the words speak.

I ask, 

"Is it you that I seek?

Are you my other side?

Are you the other half

of this broken heart?"

  

 

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