our souls were one but distinctly two
for mine was festering, infected and blue
but in my sickness, ill and rot
was a thread, a tightly wounded knot
that incandescent, unfamiliar trail
we latched onto, held close for an age
widened the distance, pushed us away
and I could only watch as you forgot my name
that's the worst part. it was never fully torn
that binding thread, a reminder of dawn
keeping us as one, together yet alone
each drag away, a beating to my soul
and now our souls are two, you've gotten away
but I'll never stop chasing, that familiar trail