How did we arrive here?
Two imposters sharing a bed,
One leading, the other led.

I used to savour those days together.
You remember? Those lazy,
wine-fuelled days.

Our love, under a microscope—
an organism, forever changing,
shifting, moving, never still.

We were not unique, though.
Like weathered rock, gradually ground down
over time, not noticing the change.

Oh, how we’ve changed. Now we dance
a nervous dance,

Our moves—once smooth—are
rigid and awkward. We bump and
**** against each other, not knowing where to stand.

We are strangers in a stranger land.