Poem: Perspectives diverge

Perspectives diverge

You think it is one thing
and I think it is another
and that should be fine,
used to be fine, was nothing,
was just the way it was,
with us being two people
and not the same
in all ways, not observing
all the same details
or considering them
in the same contexts
or as having the same meanings.
It did not matter,
or it did not matter
but in ways 
that were good
and about being different
in ways that were not a problem,
were a positive,
and now we are far apart
and noticing only
what is not shared.
I know it has changed
and why and how.
I was there for all of it.
I do not have any questions
about what went wrong,
only confusion
and a wish it could be fixed
that feels like
it can only be a wish.
That is how it feels now.
It did not feel that way before.
Maybe that means
there is hope
that it can change again.

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