“The Breaking of the Fellowship”
here I am, foolish
still writing you poetry
long gone though you are
an uncertain waking dream
the first and most painful love
why should I return?
that place is of the past now
I cannot belong
half of an incomplete whole
sun with no earth, earth no moon
to shrink from these wayward thoughts
your ghost my burden
why can you not seek white shores
or haunt the one you’ve become?