I can feel it in the cracks

the rift in between, growing larger.

I can feel it in the disonance of our simple converations.

A once gray blend,

separating itself into separate components,

black and white.

We don't meld so easily anymore,

and we return to being strangers again.

No longer one,

but each part

returns to its basic form.

A tragedy it is

for one to become two.