Who do you?

The soul asked ..

Who do you love more? Me or you?

I stay in you, I define you 

I hold your pieces together 

I bandage them when they fall open in fervour 

I never owned the you 

I never accounted for the image 

I set aside the tasks that would bridge the gap between the you and my weakened tastes 

While you spoke of love, of togetherness and of all the virtues 

You completely forgot to see me and love me, whilst I was all in you.