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i sit alone in the cafe / sipping my tea and staring out at the gray sky / the rain falling gently outside and creating a soft pitter-patter sound on the window / the air is filled with the scent of caffeine & the sounds of hushed conversations & the clinking of spoons against porcelain / & amid all the noise / all i can hear is silence — the silence between us that feels like an ocean / vast & endless / & that i am drowning in /
i thought we were yin & yang / how could i have been so foolish? all this time / i’ve been looking for the other half of me /searching for the thing that completes me / makes me whole / & i thought i found it in you / but now / as i sit here / all alone in this cafe / i wonder if maybe i was the one who needed completing / if perhaps yin & yang were never meant to be anything more than a metaphor /
yin & yang implies two sides of the same coin / but maybe i was the only coin all along / & yet / even as i doubt / i still can’t help but hope / because the heart is a tricky thing / it takes what it wants / ignores what it doesn’t want to hear / it beats on / a steady rhythm / even when the rest of you is falling apart / i look down at my tea / the liquid swirling around in the cup / stirring up the sediment at the bottom / the sight reminds me of our relationship — the good parts mixed in with the bad / all slowly swirling together until you couldn’t tell the difference / & as i watch the liquid slosh around / i can’t help but think of the pain we’ve caused each other / the hurt we’ve inflicted on each other’s soul / maybe i’ve been searching for something that isn’t there / maybe i should stop trying to fit puzzle pieces together that don’t belong / and maybe /
just maybe / i should learn to be complete on my own / without needing another person to fill in the gaps /
