who are you today and who on earth is this she?
ten days away and I meet you for the first time
but this time, on the meaner side of love,
I am some other entirely.
She is lacking her flair and not being fair
We are not being us for they are forgotten
I grate on yours and you on mine
competitive spirit or lack thereof unveils some
crosses we do not yet know how to bear
and the scraping of knives on plates is louder than ever.