I never thought I'd have to hold my tongue so still
And you would be the one; reticent.
How fascinating our mistakes are, how repetitive
And how fascinating that the truth is squeezed from both of us like
that last bit of toothpaste from the bottle.

I feel a shift.
A paradoxical disorder unaccounted for,
I fear the change because I am the change.

You were always a force that lacked equivalence,
And it was your unbalance that undid me;
before I thought my balance was my exchange.

Now I think you are too quiet, my thoughts too loud.
You fight with yourself mostly, and slam doors.
I'm too proud to admit I'm wrong.
We'll never work out. Not really.
And it is a shame.