Half of a Broken Heart

Almost lovers in a bygone world,
half-sewn sorrow, half-wanting,
with nowhere to go.

Funny how things work out
in half a glass of rum,
the other part bitters
                               of bitterness yet to come.

This half-wanting, half-waiting
                                             game we play.
One part luck,
                      another part...fate?

When intentions don't agree
                           & deceit stirs mulled thoughts,
I wonder where you stored
my half-thawed heart.

Before I know it, this half-life of
short-lived bliss missed me,

& misery kisses me.

2 halves don't make 1 whole, they make a </3.