The Breakup Song

They haven’t sunk in.
Or it hasn’t. Both
Of them were only

The exact same thing,
After all. Just two
Of it. Uh oh. Now,

You’re going to get stuck
Again. Nothing could
Be manufactured

More rigorously
The same-as than them,
Their precise, exact

Specifications.
But they weren’t the same.
Same as never mind,

But there were the two
Of them, histories
Diverging, and then

In you, converging
Again. There were two,
There are always two,

If there is one, if
There really is one.
Still hasn’t sunk in.