You and I
You and I are so the same,
The same music,
the same food, the same values.
But oh so different.
You love your crowds, and music so loud you can’t think.
And I want quiet, and talk, and coffee, and ideas.
I think you hide behind it. When it is so loud.
In a crowd I look at trajectories, all motion is threatening.
The older I get, the less time I spend with people.
And you become my world.
