What is it about,
this thing between you and me?
One minute my heart soars to the stars,
the next it's found flopping like a goldfish
escaped from its bowl.
At times I know you better than anyone I've ever (never) met.
Other times you're a stranger
passing on the street,
looking down from your lofty height
at the poor little waif,
lost in the wrong part of town.
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