Like beans in a pod?

Seven and twenty hours apart,
I scarce can feel that warmth of heart,
That beat of life! This growing night,
This cold, unfeeling Devil’s art!

I shed a drop as they pulled me
With seasoned touch and mastery,
Though daylight must ring hope anew,
It spanked me then with misery.

Long did we live together there,
Ne’er thinking I would ever repair,
To another world of beat and heart,
And end that perfect love affair.

Yet now I lie awaiting fate,
While practiced hands prepare, create,
A new home where I must belong,
Be faithful to another mate!

I must now fall in love again,
Emotions sacred I must feign.
Through years our love stayed true and pure,
This here charade reeks of Insane!

Friends, lovers, partners, twins were we,
But they don’t read anguish in me,
For blinded are they to the pain,
Of a freshly transplanted kidney!