Oh come away with something
when you come to see me soon

you know my room

and I cannot become your foil
though we've tried. A million times
in that freon evening

You and I.

I go often, to the bank, you know
and Lo, like things, diffusion

shuffles me around and still
short adequate conclusion

we end the day alone, again
our bower small, unlit

and in the dark we recognized
our selves, and then we quit.