Nothing To Do With You (2003) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

We walk around the block.
Discuss how bad we fought.
We put the pieces back how they were.
They just do not seem to fit anymore.
The picture looks exactly the same.
Difference is the mental frame.
If I would get back in the game,
Always me would be the one to blame.
One of us has more tint than the other.
I still thought we could make it together.
Was a nice walk but now we're at your door.
Thought I could fit my photo with yours.
I'll go now pretending to be strong,
because I realized the contrast was wrong.