For he was the moon”

Oh, to feel a love that bruises one’s soul enough to be cut in half, as the vessel of the other sinks into the earth. Blissfully unaware of the initial loss of one’s self. Roaming aimlessly without purpose. Waiting to reassemble in one’s last home. A vast blue, never ending calm. Pulled by a satellite, an entity, calling from afar with great power. Forming a whole. Two souls, in a never ending universe; for without the other, the world would know chaos. Once cut, now Whole.