You came in and abruptly fit,
Making the candles all lit;
Sharing your inner wits,
A bit like my first aid kit.

I'd loved you much,
Like a child of my future;
Your goods and bad and such,
Enlightening me on being mature.

But perhaps we didn't have
An actual camaraderie.

Incompatibilities,
My free wills
and your austerity;
My acerbity,
and your hesitancy.

Your capriciousness
and your harshness
is too much to take,
even for my own sake.

It's such a paradox of me
to give up on people,
but there's a wisdom I've yet to see,
surely in all of this there's a couple.