I’m not angry that you’ve found someone (again).
But every time he reappears
Sporting the same old smile
and dried-up words of wisdom
You draw away from me-
From the collective ‘us’-
And become a separate and distinctive ‘you’
Sharp-edged and hard
With eyes like ripped-up butterfly’s wings.
My hands are cut up when I try to touch you
Though I do not cease reaching.
I carry the burden of your emotions
So that your step may be lighter.
I remain the dark twin
Formed from the shadows of your mind
So that you may leave them unacknowledged.
I suffer when you suffer.
All I am saying is
That you might be expected
To have a little more sympathy.