Missing
There was a time
when you and me
were a single word,
and all I heard
in the beating, fluttering earth
was the breath
of you next to me,
when my curves fit yours
because that was home.
My body’s lonely now,
now that you and me
are two different words
and I can’t hear you anywhere
in this silence,
because I don’t remember what it felt like
to hold your hand anymore,
because you decided that anymore,
you didn’t want to hold me.
Quill Aquiver 
When I say, I’ve been there….hmph
“There was a time
when you and me were a single word” the first line snatched me in!
Glad to have written something someone else can relate to! Well, mostly. Because this particular sentiment… like you said, hmph.