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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