When I saw you, or you saw me—

Such as may be—

We reached our agreement

To disagree

Degree by degree.

But you broke the accord

(do you hear the discord?)

Because my demise is your anathema

Not mine,

And if these tender yearnings break

What have we left but to

Take

The subtle blood ties,

Our subtle lies,

And make of them a holocaust

To accost—

But I digress.

I see it in your eyes, you miss me less.