Moon Over Divorce

Two souls- the yolks of the human body- who began by walking side by side down city streets through all four seasons, formed a bond, were bound, like two sunny side up eggs frying in the pan: they hardened, fused together; the moon watched them, winking shut and unwinking open, the two souls, pooling their edges, forgetting their boundaries, sizzling on the black cast iron Earth, and sprinkled in emotion: a dash of joy, a spoonful of sorrow. But, eventually, as we all know, it is time to eat and the giant spatula of time sets itself down, severs these two souls, sometimes before they are ready, and maroons them, separately, each on their own island of lox and caraway rye.