to this day
he still holds
every piece of her soul.
he doesn't even know it,
but her heart will
always be
in his hands.

even if you slapped him in the face
with the most radiant bouquet of sunflowers
there was no way he could fathom
what had hit him

nevertheless, never mind
it's not your fault
it never was
but neither is it his

he was raised to believe
that he did not deserve
kindness or care
or beauty in whatever form

forced to grow up,
not knowing what any of it was
or what any of it meant

When half became more,
Than one over nothing else,
Whole yet undefined.