Our Ability of Knowing Each Other

Between all of the things
You did
The poison of yours;
You serve, I draught
Flowing free inside my blood

Among all of the excuses

You’re stuck with this:

For me being the one

Who know your blindside,

You thought you already set it right

Between the sudden realization

And some flying accusation

That you know nothing

About me at all,

Somehow I am lost

Here I am

Writing you a simple hint

If you get it,

There are no rhymes

At the intersection

We took the same left

Me walking on the sidewalk watching you whole

You drove away leaving behind my all

The rear view mirror sees the difference