i am all that remains of the wistful one glass we were
before we were
silvered, and split
a pair of mirrors
aimed at each other.
before she healed me
and you couldn't;
it still pains us
because you could've done it
better.
as we aged, i broke
slow and beautiful
like the shards of a kaleidescope
recycled patterns, disunited memories
although you have stayed whole
and i love you for it
my jealousy has sharp edges
they point inward. they will never point at you. stay whole, my beloved
don't break like me
