You check the radar I look at the sky
who knows how far dreams and wishes fly
You balance the books I devour them
catching corporate crooks counting sins condemn
You write checks I scribble poetry
as a mirror reflects only what one can see
You make cash to spend I make heads and tales
You whom I depend especially when my plan fails
You swig beer to relax I gulp coffee to think fast
tense about some tax calculating the past
You who have jumped from a plane I have only danced in the rain
You can sleep late and snore I rise early and fall fast
on the couch, chair bed or floor blinking the hours past
You want to erect and build I like to break things down
happy when the schedule's filled happy to get out of town
You are often confused by me I have figured out and see
alone is the only free add it up-in summary
Plus the prose Less the cons
as a duck one knows about a bevy of swans
You are growing older I am aging slightly
getting bolder forgetting politely
You are left I am right
romance bereft passionless night
Perhaps growing apart,
is my newest work of art.
Adding it up is where I'll start,
this analyzation of the heart.
Our desire to be free,
results in a different kind of We.
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Image "A Difference of Opinion", 1897 (Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts) by Lawrence Alma-Tadema [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
