The folds of our skin, together, complete
Our spirits perfect counterparts
Like a storm and it's calm
A grain of sand and a drop of sea
A ball of light in the blackest of night
So you are to me
With you there is one problem
That you must leave my side
For we are not a union
A nonpermantent and ever reluctant pair
You leave
Always returning for a time
For a time
I am stuck, incomplete
Lost to myself and the world
A downed, infested log
Upon the forest floor
Left
Without roots to feed my branches
Without sources keeping me alive