11

11

How such a Numeral could mean so much
Yet again now mean so little
Would boggle the minds of Plato
And Socrates
How it has conjured up many
Thoughts, ideas, dreams
Creating whimsical plays on life
That are now memories
With each day there grows
A Dysfunctional Rift
It is so strong that it challenges
The very meaning it had
Years of it building up
Only to boil over to nothingness; just sad
What once was a meaning of not
being alone now draws loneliness
What once stood as a symbol
Is now a simple artifact
And now as it stands there with
Its power diminishing
Still standing for something
That was declared a once a fact
Two beings creating on itself
Something more real
Two singular entities come together
But not forming one
This now may not hold strength but
Its concepts ring true
Together but apart we succeed
Apart and no heart it is done