The last breath will come
And one of us will go on alone.
Synchrony gone.
Unity shattered.
For decades we have sung,
Harmonizing our voices,
Breathing in unison,
Avoiding discord.
Hundreds of times, skating
We have coordinated limbs,
Responding to subtle motions
Of the other.
Thousands of times
We have kissed, caressed,
Making our physical bodies,
Into one flesh.
Myriads of times,
We have blended our minds,
Our thoughts, our purpose,
Toward a mutual goal.
But one future day,
The movement will stop,
The very fabric of life,
Will be painfully torn.
And with that last breath,
A question will hang
Unanswered in the air.
How does one live alone?
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