The only side she ever saw was hers; The only side I ever saw was mine. For every day, most places, this occurs, As in our own terms we the world define. And so we let each other go at last; I to my folly, her to sapience -- Until, one day, it happened she went past, And roused me from my frozen indolence -- I swore to her I was a better man, And that her love was all the world to me: But she saw through me, ere the words began, The wisdom found in quiet empathy. She then said words that to this day, still haunt: "You have yourself. That's all you really want."
(“Autobiographical Snippet” – 3-17-2017)