blooman

I write this not knowing exactly why. Not sure what I'm feeling, except I feel lessened. I feel halved.
A part me is not with me anymore and I don't where it went. I never intended to give it away; I never wanted to give it to you.
But there it is, with you, and not with me. All I can ask is that, that part I gave you, the part I gave without thinking is returned to me.
I ask you for nothing else, just to give me back what I gave. So I can be whole again, and not half. So I can start again, and try again, to fall again