In pairs, they're notes with perfect sound,
alone, they wander and look around.
When the relation begins and starts,
they lose their training wheels, supporting parts.
What's left is left alone.
What's achieved is now to hone.
The center of their circles is only a dot
in the next. A brick they do and I have not.
When I am what I don't have but need,
I have myself and greed.
I am left and left without you
like waste, like lonely residu.