Divided

This is who we are,
living lives,
hunted by one ghost,
or another.

Chasing or
being chased.

Divided until
nothing is left of us.
selfish,
loveless,
and
forgetful.

Living lies in
Carefully divided,
neighborhoods,
schools,
hospital rooms
(and quality of medical care one
can receives.)

so don’t look at me like
you have never seen
anything divided
unfairly,
and in ugly slices.

Now! not everything is lost!
Not everything is lost, when you hold someone
and press your chest against theirs
to feel your hearts
beat like two synchronized drums
against
the divide
which is your body.

no no,
not everything is lost,
when you catch someones eye in the
busy subway platform,
and then there’s her smile.

no,
not
everything
is
lost
if you strip from your ego,
and remember
who you truly are.