We pulled apart the dried up wishbone
on the last day of August after our bags
were packed for parting.

Time ebbed and flowed
through the summer and brought us
to the placid autumn where we would mellow
down into academia.

Back into the lives we knew
better without each other.
Our wheat skin faded
to opaque white and our connection
bled with it.

The only wish I had that day was for you
to find a home within. Somewhere
you felt comfortable enough
to be yourself
without me.