Who is who

I’m learning to recognize you in the emptiness I feel within me

you’ve deserted me for months, until I could determine who I am and who you are

before I used to be confused and you were as well

and it seems that I am poetry after all and you are prose

 

In the past our energies used to mix more sometimes

you lent me some of your shapes and I lent you some of my colors

we were collaborating unknowingly

for months you lent me the skill to draw and to write novels

and I thought they were mine

and they are mine, mine through you

and for months I lent you intensity and feelings

and you thought they were yours

and they are yours, yours through me

 

But now we’ve each walked several step apart from each other

watching our soul as it behaves

I, the heart, and you, the eyes and the hand and the voice

the voice that carries my own words, my own colors

For months, we’ve split our gift in two

each discovering and strengthening his own fief

after all to fight a war, it’s better to know one weapon perfectly

rather than knowing tit bits of different kinds of fighting without excelling in one

For a time, we needed to each grow in our own cloths

until the fabric join and merge

and we step away and realize it was only one cloth from the start

one that was not very efficient because it didn’t know itself

one that constantly split and rewove