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Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest,
By a giant bear paw.
She had suspected for a few months that her twin flame was leaving.
They did not talk any more,
Did not eat at the same time.
Did not eat the same foods.
In January when she watched him drive his favorite tools to
His brother’s house, she knew the twin flame had died; the connection was kaput.

They used to laugh at the same place in a movie or TV show.
They used to be able to finish each other’s sentences, without any trying.
They had a fierce connection that had been inflamed and passionate since the
First time they looked up and saw each other.
She looked into his brown calf eyes, and knew
They were destined to be together.  He was a
Man of little words, but she could not shake him
Once he saw her.  She figured they had lived other
Lifetimes together.

In February she came home from work early, and caught him trying to
Sneak his favorite gray corduroy recliner out of the house; his brother’s
Face pinked up as she walked toward them.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“I um….I um…”
His brother finished the thought for him. “We need another recliner at my house.”
She threw back her head and laughed. His brother and his wife already had
Wall-to-wall furniture.

She pictured her twin flame trying to push one more chair into their hoarder
House, and she laughed again.

“So we’re splitting up,” she said to her twin flame.
His face was pink. “Absolutely not,” he said, and they both knew it was a lie.
“Beware the Ides of March,” Her father had always told her.
It was March the 15th and she had come home from work, ready to
Share some pretty big news with her honey.
But when she reached the living room she
Suspected that he had already moved.

The TV and the remote were there, but his grandfather’s 
Desk was gone, as was the funny orange lamp she used to poke fun at.
Her heart was beating fast as she walked rapidly to the bedroom.
His dresser was gone, and so was everything from the closet.
He had left her a nice note and some money.

The joy about her new promotion was instantly replaced
With abject pain, despair, and eternal sadness.  Her twin flame was gone.
Twin flames loved each other; this did not feel like love.
Twin flames supported each other, this did not feel supportive.
Twin flames believed in each other, this did not sound like he believed in “them.”
Twin flames communicated to each other.

Maybe he was not her twin flame after all…


Written May 2, 2018
    For the Twin Flame Contest sponsored by Madison Demetros
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