Broken

I found my self back at the place I hated.
Now seen through eyes that are older, understanding more.
My other half over me and in me, in time to a rhythm we only know.
In a place we hated a mockery of the values embedded within us.
The silence broken by sounds of pleasure and pain.
I lost my self within this place and my other half regained the sprit.
Sacrifice something for the other.
Stillness.
Quiet
and alone.
Broken but happy.