Sitting with my sadness,
Listening to each tear and rip,
Each bear the name of humiliations,
That carry salty stains to silent lips.
I quickly learn that our oneness is as false as it pretended to be,
Whatever heart and wholeness I gave was just another gift that you received.
And of those gifts you have received many,
They hold together your sacred house,
My gift was just another, without any foundational clout.
So, I’m sitting with my sadness for it was mine alone to always bear,
For the oneness I presumed was ours, in fact we never did quite share.