Let me walk from your hand
to a quiet distance,
so I may shed this skin that is you,
still these unquiet voices
in this opaque, shadowed mind.
Thoughts once weighted with your
loneliness, now concealed by mine.
Skin once married to your soul,
suddenly unaware of this impending,
divorce, is painfully unspooled.
Silent untwining leaves me naked
to the splinters of this division.
Your words wrote the warning,
I thought inconceivably as you spun
my coloured layers into the woven
fabric of your life. Life's seasons
have now changed, prompting the
necessity of my unhappiness to shed
the memory that is you, releasing my now
untwined siamese soul to survive
without its pair. Passion once shared
lies beneath the thin, shedded casing
of our love. A love before your time
perhaps to be found at yet another fork
in this road by the remembering hand
of life's destiny.