One of the Many

She wrote to him...

I am one of the many - any
the one I thought I was
supposed to be but never was

Was, is - who am I - for you?
For me? To me, to you?

No one, any one. I started
on Google and ended on Google.

I never existed, for you, to be precise
Who you thought I was supposed to be,
I was; who you thought I was,
I am not. And who are you?

Do you know who you are and were
supposed to be, are supposed to be?

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And he wrote back...

I am one, 
one of the many
the ones that take
without giving thought to the others
the ones that hide, and lie, and hurt

It was me, but not the me that 
is me. 
The one reflected in the broken glass. 
I broke it, 
and us

I was another one once
Once I was her one, the only one 
before 
I became the many, before I became 
lost

I found my way, back to where we left
and it was the same place, and it was not

it can never be the same and yet it must
be, to not be would be too much to take
I took 
something that was not given to me
and gave 
nothing in return

When did my breath become mist and intention
ashes, when did I grow so distant that 
the distance became closer 
than her

What can I do to return to the home of her love, 
I've lost the key
the door seems locked, but a light is on

Is it burning for me.
I pray
for forgiveness, 
and offer it
in return