Poles Apart

I.

we do not have a common narrative;

when my world was upside down,

yours was the right way up,

and what was left was not all right!

II.

My every little thought

gets bigger, goes berserk,

and dies.

Your every small gesture

gets noticed, goes places,

and multiplies.

My every sombre word

gets mumbled, goes awry,

and dies.

Your every feeble idea

gets better, goes viral,

and multiplies.

III.

I apologise

For apologising

All the time;

You apologise

For me not

Apologising enough.

©Aaysid

“Little Alice fell down the hole, bumped her head and bruised her soul.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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