disjointed people. You're heads
and I'm tails. I'm a warm breeze. You’re
a gusty gale. I'm slow and you're
fast. You walk right past

me, taking the lead. Like a herd of
bison, disappearing over the
horizon.   I'm bottom and you're
top. I'm the first floor. You're

the elevator. You're moon and
and I'm sun. Your day ends. Mine’s
begun.  I'm summer and you're
winter. We splinter as a broken

tree. And fly off as the autumn
leaves.  I'm the sea and you're
the shore.  We're a paper torn in
half. You're edited and I'm the rough draft.