Unknown Soldier

We use to be one word. Our names synonymous for each other. You were my left hand man as I was forever on your right hand side, and no one could tell where your heart ended and my soul began. Then one day I became malignant, holding you back from the man you wanted to be. My honey sweet mouth spewed venom in your direction you tried to leave. It wasn’t long before I was cauterized, and you walked away to have a wonderful beautiful life. With out me. - to someone I use to know.