Poetry

When one plus one equals none – a poem

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Two.

Us.

Sitting silently.

Not a single word spoken, thousands unspoken.

The two of us. Just us.

But that’s a lie.

Songs on repeat. Each means something to us in a different way.

Us.

In a car.

Two.

In a dim lit room.

Why do you look at me with empty eyes?

Coffee.

Wine.

There’s two of us.

But that’s a lie.

Kisses with emotional guards.

Quick hugs. Hidden scars.

Why do you look at me with empty eyes?

When all I see is you.

Dinners.

Bars.

Telling friends about the two of us.

But that’s a lie.

You take me on silent road trips.

We speak like each word we utter is a discomfort.

Your heart is up for auction and I don’t have enough to bid.

You should have known my heart, like yours, is running on reserve.

Two.

But I refuse to live the lie.

One. Plus. One.

Today, that’s all we are.

With ghosts of the past sitting between us.

Lately, they’ve found comfort sitting on my chest.

And I’m in need of air.

Two. Minus. One.

Because I’ve finally run dry.

I refuse to live a lie.

Here’s when one plus one equals none.

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