No contact — a poem

Day 30 arrives.
My addiction-breaking,
cold turkey.
No contact.
I cried,
For me
And thought,
Of you.

Logical realisations,
Mixed with ridiculous
Tarot-energetic
Interlinked, entanglement.
Depicting what I already knew.

Your touch,
Shied from, long before
I removed myself.

The arc of our story.

Your kindness, split
Your love halved
Your capacity, nowhere near
The map of your words depicted.

How can I hate you for
Not knowing yourself?
When none of us do.

You were a lesson,
Not my person.

And while I know
You are not meant
To be
With me.
Today I think of
How safe my heart-puzzle
Clicked into your chest
When I sat on your lap
And you loved me back.