and the doors to open only for myself.

The quiet nights speaking only to me

and my cold, limp arm draped hanging useless at my side.

Thoughts with no reply

thrown into the black distance

and not recalled.

No one to hold up --

or down.

No eyes into which to look

and no hand to hold.

No boost,

no push,

no hand on my shoulder.

Half-heart and half-mind

wander aimless

through the fog.

Love enough for two

Severed.