I never thought that the heart can be split in two

That it could undergo an emotional dual

But the heart I have is proof that I feel two different things at once

And I blame it on having a heart that I consider caring while it's actually lost.

No official labels to the friendships I now hold

So when did this feelings mold?

 Torn being being open and friendly to all

Now I have to reclaim the  hearts I didn't expect to fall. 

To reclaim without breaking 

At least to be clear

That while I lost one once I held onto the other in fear. 

Fear of being alone

The fear of being lost

I didn't know duality was a price this confusion would cause. 

Now I hold two hearts in my hands

And I don't know which to let go

My position to either I choose not to know

Because the heavier the weight of the hearts get

The more lost I feel

I can't regret that we never met 

Neither will I act as if this isn't real. 

So I'm drawn to two hearts

One by fear and the other by time

Maybe that's what the heart does to look fine. 

And now it seems my loyalty has taken a different course

Lost and found but in two directions. 

It's hard to say how stuck it is to be caught between two goodbyes

To live with the exceptions of either one. 

Now I'm caught between two warmths

And it feels like I'm running a stunt. 

Now my heart has learned to break itself 

To be torn by a weight because of being left for so long on a shelf. 

Now my heart sits between two friends 

Unaware of the one to let go

It sits in silence without choosing- 

Between the friend I miss and the one I'm losing! 

 TŊE

© Nancy Nzebuka