divisions

her, his and i;
divisions. you look at my words
and see, but you disregard the
divisions. why do i keep
stopping? and more
importantly... why
does it make sense?

divisions: the space
between our hands
that cannot be
filled, cannot be
touched

(he says he would
like to fly, yet he
never pulls out
his wings)

divisions
keep us
lone, yet
unite.

divisions
hide themselves
in spite.