Michigan//A Breakup

Saying goodbye won't be easy to do.

My world,

your world

have become two separate spheres

only connecting through the sound of a phone call

through the whispered words of "I miss you"

through the letters we send one another

to the tears we both shed.

I don't know who to be

because half of me is you

and I can't become a whole person

when I can't become a tree

because the trunk is bent and broken.

So maybe this has become

the beginning of the end of the person you once knew,

shared laughs with

smiles

and stories.

But this could also become the beginning of a spring

like an old-fashionned telephone

connecting us by string

with one cup at each end.

I am saying hello,

but it is not to you.

I hope this goodbye will do.

Don't worrry, it hurts me too.