Other Half

Two words. I roll them on my tongue, as I talk to friends on this wind band tour. I say them a few times, trying them out, rolling letters and phenomes as if theyre carpets. And it feels right. We've been together a long time now. And he is the other half of my soul. And I love him more than anything. Partner, another word I could use, feels odd, not enough syllables. But this feels right. As if we're more connected, whole as one ,two hearts in one body, like we are. And I like using it. For him.