D.I.D. D.I.D.

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t

when things don’t matter - they both equal won’t.

Can’t find my way to a place of peace

impossible to please - grief, no surcease.

And yet I remain, alone in a pair

there’s no escape when the one is not there,

even though they’re present in a physical sense,

the distance is palpable, the sadness intense.

Divided, yet immobile

irrelevant to care.

each night I remain, alone in a pair.

I’m looking right at you, even though you’re not there.