Mitosis relationship

In the prophase we called ourselves one

Such ignorance!

The simmer of summer evenings that concealed cold blood truth

and allowed happiness to sigh

Prometaphase days then settled in

The monotony, the boredom

Encroaches at home

The slow chew on our wholesomeness

Soon the condensates of mistaken dreams showed

along our metaphase plate

The spindle cracks

and problems grew during weekends

You cried during our anaphase stage

Opposites that were serrated

The shouts

Division

Breakdown began, the telophase

Our cytokinesis moment came

When chromosomes separated

Two nuclei

Two lives

free to evolve on their own

It was for the best