Loose Tooth

I never really knew
How to react
To my revision of self
Every minute I saw you

Was I forming you
Or reforming myself into
What I hoped you were
Looking for when you
Were already around
Somebody else
And I fell away into silly dismay
Over nights and knives in my mind
Knave to your laugh
At the navel of thought
Where I rest my head next
To you I stare away and guess
At inconsequence

What led us to where we are
And how we continue to manage
The manual lament that is what if
Instead of who will
And by when