It feels better
than space-cakes
You're spotlit
in my sight
When we
are 'we'
we're so fine

It's not
special
you're not
special
we were
never special
It just felt
that way
for a time

Now I
close one eye
find you
diminished, dry
Then
the other- you're
special, mine

The inside
of my head
is winking
And I still
can't see you
in 3D

              Misaligned