“Let’s not be each other’s better halves.
You be whole for you and I’d be whole for me.”

I should have realized by then that your words
were a caution sign
telling me we weren’t going to last.

Maybe it was wrong
to have wanted you to complete me.
And maybe it was ambitious
to have wanted to be the one
who completes you.

Soon enough you reckoned
wholes don’t need halves to move along.
Not long after, I figured
halves don’t need wholes to carry on.