Un(stitching)

I am all that I have ever been all at once now. I always wondered what that would be like. To be wholly myself. I don’t think I am hiding any parts. Not actively anyway.

He gets me into that space in less than a second and sometimes I don’t come down for days, but when I do, I come down hard–and I am always alone.

He had me Saturday, unexpectedly. I am only just coming down.

It’s like the un-stitching of two souls.

How do I live with half a soul?