Having introduced you two
I felt responsible for your love
even when you grew so close
you stopped having the time
for me or any of the activities
we once all shared.

I grew bitter about you two
but still felt proud
of this thing I had wrought,
this beast I had built
from the two of you
making one true thing
of your love.

Good job, me.

And now, this?
This schism, because of,
what?
You’ve grown apart?
Why could be so bad
that you cannot work it out?
This cannot be severed.
You must maintain this thing.
It is far too important,
please!

What will you two do
without what we have built?