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
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