Who am I, which version of me will i now be
she lurks at a counter, sips wine, a lipstick stain
leaves me meadowed in deep lust. Drowning in gaze and my fear thereafter must, rise from my most fragile thoughts
let that fear not become me.

Which version of me,  oh why cant I choose
Either, she loves me
or hates me
what have I got to lose

Which version of me , My most ponderous thoughts pondered
Thus a shadow appeared ,to her side
of whom I wondered

Which version of me, an empty stool now lurks
Left a glass, lipstick stain
A heart , that now hurts.