Coalescence

missing them feels like another chunk of my heart has been pulled out and kept for good

a piece of me stuck with them, mind saturated with thoughts of them, the filters unable to dilute how much they mean to me

this mind needs air-scrubbers, but these lungs will get no respite, no oxygen

choking on memories and envisioned futures; a cloud of hope and feeling

but that’s not real anymore

it’s not the first time this happened

but maybe it’s not a bad thing

perhaps it’s a beautiful thing?

a piece of me belongs to them and piece of them belongs to me; our histories leaving another offering on the altar of each other’s hearts

there is rending and also a rerendering

malware in my brain but it’s not brainrot

wait, it’s not even malware

it’s love in the shell

it’s compost and clay

decay and creation of something new

coalescence