Halved

I’ve never half loved you.
Everything with you is whole.
Whole self
Whole breath
Whole gaze.
To half love a person would be to give half the heart,
I suppose.
I never had that chance.
Each half of my heart held you together.
It created all of you from nothing.
But I only half loved myself during this time.
I half loved the summer in the same way.
When the red sun
Brightened your eyes
My heart fumbled
And gave itself over to you,
Leaving only a fraction left for me.

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