Me Too

I never knew who you were
till I came to sit on this chair
and stared at the embers of my life too

I never understood that fallen frowning face
the growl in your throat after
being so dashing and mustachioed.

You spat your woodbine spit in the fire.
It hissed green. You embroidered, carved, cultivated
you couldn’t care any more, there was only you.

I came to your chair. I stared.
I didn’t care any more
That was
me too






















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