I inserted my sharp knife methodically
Into the onion sitting on the chopping board.
I sliced through both ends and peeled off its skin
Before I cut through its core.
The two halves split open like two hands coming apart,
White fluid seeps from the exposed layers of the flesh,
And my eyes are a mirror act, as tears fall uncontrollably.
I took my knife and continued cutting,
Cutting the onion from wedges to dices and small pieces.
And with my last chop, I thought about our love,
I placed the knife down gently and wept.
