Between you and me

What is it that brings us together
Again and again,
No matter how much we fight, differ or be similar.
It is not love, for there was no love ever
Only unsuccessful attempts
At self-hypnotic assurances
All psychological strategies-a web of thoughts that eludes us in the final run.

No compassion or sympathy.
Lets ask ourselves,
Of the difference, loss or gain
we would make to each other.

Between you and me
We have shared a few sentences.
And the sentences, no, they were not special or anything
Like the immortal ‘I love you’
They just were there…
And I wonder at how
We both together, make it our task to reinterpret,
rewrite and make corrections in the grammar and
structure of just those few clustered words.
And we have gone on for so long, without satisfaction or benefit.

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