Marks Of The Past

I grieved your absence long before I knew your name,
You were the time-worn scar carved under my skin,
The severed necessity I could feel but not see.

Your mournful echoes were forever wounding the present,
But still, I slipped the guilt on my finger and wore the lie,
For he was not you, yet you were always the other half of me.

Tell me querido, can you feel the marks of the past?

Touch Of Cinnamon

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.”
“Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.”
― Plato, The Symposium