The First Tablet

It was someone else,

who first broke

our  tablet.

.

It cracked in half,

and I didn’t understand

how it had broken,

when we both held a side.

.

Before and during all this,

we had planned to travel

back and forth.

The plans were laid.

A long road,

lined with tablets and held up

by mutal respect.

.

After,-

you began to hide your half.

It was like hide and seek,

with me waving my half

like a homing device.

.

It was/is not.

This was our first tablet.

Is it well we made no more to break?

.

Did you break it? (again? the first time?)

Who broke it?

Does it matter,

after you ran from me? (not metaphorically)

Innocent people, shouldn’t act guilty.

.

That’s right,

you and your half,

literally ran from me.

Is it surprising,

that I dropped my half in shock? (as an innocent person should)

.

Do you still keep your half,

wherever the hell you went?

Is it safe?

Is it shattered?

I don’t know,

I lost mine,

and I can(won)’t

find it again.

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