Circa autumn 2021 when you loved me most,
we were girls together. We were interlocked.
Our hearts vined inwards, entwining the hands
of two lovers. We were not lovers, I was 
yours and you were my best friend forever.
We did not lie when we made that deal,
that promise. We did not lie because you
are back home now and it doesn’t matter
that we haven’t spoken in months, it doesn’t
matter that a different sun has touched you,
that the air you breathed for a year was that
of a different place entirely. And it even doesn’t 
matter that our lives diverged and branched off
like arteries, that I was blue and you were red,
that you had all of the oxygen. Stole it straight
from my lungs when you left. Yet you cannot
any longer finish my sentences. You do not
try to know me like you did. But we still call
ourselves best friends. We will not betray that.
I will love you forever. I cannot say it any other way,
but I will try to. You are the genesis and dedicatee. 
You are forever the other, better half of my heart.