Mitosis

Glancing down, you
Passed in hindsight.
Your reflection glimmering,
On oil-stained concrete.

Searching upward, I
Tend to forget
What I was realizing,
The moment before.

Dual spheres make contact, that
Creates the schism.
Furthering the diaspora,
Of once joined souls.

It was this mitosis, we
Were unawares.
Our sprouting sensibilities;
Gifts of individual space.