One

there was nothing to do about it
the yearning
that yearning
which slowly, seamlessly slid
back into your heart
back into your mind

that craving for
*something*
that something nameless
that something *je ne sais quoi*
the kind of something
that haunts your dreams
and makes you wake
suddenly
in the middle of the night
with heart pounding

ah the yearning
for what was
for what you wished was

that unbearable lightness of being
of the perfect love
of the perfect love won and lost
won and lost again

you find yourself keening
with the grief of it
like losing a piece of your soul
that grief
that claims your days and nights
when you least expect it
right when the colour finally
started to seep back into your days
one word, one sound, one sigh
brings you back the memory
of *her*
of *him*
the one to claim your soul
through out the millenia
through out the lifetimes

it did not matter
what name you each wore
what gender what shape what character
no, just that
one word, one sound, one sigh
just enough
to make you recognize
your twin flame
and then cry with the grief
of losing them again
in this life, that life
pulled apart again by time

you
*her* or *him*
so far apart
so filled with
the yearning
that yearning
back in your mind
back in your heart

oh to be whole again
two halves reunited
two becoming one whole one

your one
*his* one
*her* one

you once had it
you once loved it
you once held it

oh
just
to
be
that
ONE.

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