factors of two

In twos
you divide
and you multiply:

Faced with grief alone
I’m twice as sad as
when I grieve with you;

Lips long since kissed
are half as sweet as
yours now in my view;

When you compliment
I feel twice as young as
I know me to be;

Outside your wings
I’m half as bold as
when they cover me;

Your cold shoulder
jars with twice the force of
any other’s lie.

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September 10, 2018

Ooh that last stanza surprised me…and hurt. I like this a lot.