You and Me ...

You termed my call a formality, but I called you for the unknown reason that you will never understand and undoubtedly I will never express…

Me,
The curtailed current of emotions,
The fallacies sprouting devotion.

And you,
The stimuli to my devotion,
The fallacies sprouting emotions.


Me,
The still character behind the virgin maroon curtain,
Least prepared to face your reply.

And you,
The curious admirer over the maroon cushion,
Contented with best dialogue delivery.
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Me, the premise and you, the epilogue,
Piece of the same story, yet we never met.