tonight you raised a glass and carried a laugh to highly revered names
ears buzzed to their voices
You stood and told the story
of how the fall of creation was not the taste of a forbidden fruit
but was the threat of a being so whole the gods split it in two.
it was the birth of man, the enduring search for the other half of our whole being.
and i am told of this
secondhandedly
reveling in the light in your smile
of how you leaned on your brother’s shoulder drinking away being sober
And when your words spilled their eyes gripped onto your every syllable
full with the richness of your voice
hungry for answers
and questions clipping at their tongues.
tonight while everyone toasted you
i am thinking of how we are one in each other
and wonder if my half is real in you
if we have completed the part of the search to seek the other out
knowing if we’d split we would fall apart.  
i wonder,
if being closer to you, is ruling over the god that split us in two?
- e. m. h.