exhale....

I got it back.
I can't believe you kept the other half,
all these years.
Now the book can be whole again.
It sat on your self,
the way it sat on mine.
Half of a whole.
Incomplete.
Not knowing what fumble came next.
Reaching.
Searching.
Climbing.
Who dares to do that?
To be brave and know that you deserve better.
That He deserved better.
That She deserved better.
Better.  Better.  Better.
Now what?
Who's to say that this "better" is "better"?
Now that words makes no sense.
Say it enough times and it sounds like...
an exhale...

I love you.
Kamela