Part of me is yours
and part of you is mine.
It’s not only because of the children
although that of course has something
to do with it.
It’s not only the way we made love
opening each other to universes we didn’t
know existed; touching across distances
that separate and still divide; divide and rejoin;
divide and separate – and join and separate.
It’s not only because of the music, the poetry,
the midnight feasts, the trips, the troubles
the squabbles, fights, misunderstandings.
No, it’s more like a pack of tissues
pink and white folded together, but when
opened, they come out one by one
holding on to each other then letting go.
Letting go, like a zip that suddenly comes apart
after years of closeness. Hard to explain. That’s
just the way zips sometimes are.