I wrote before
about a duality,
a split-
a division of affection
that I feel once more.

But then I was more innocent,
and saw a soul
divided in twain-

Now I see double
for there are two to see.

It is strange,
wanting the kiss of one
untrusted

and hungering for
the simple company
of one who will forget
you all too soon.

Even stranger
Is the longing
That none of this
Would exist,
That I can pull myself
free of this mire
And sail on,
Relaxed and happy.