Changers

I do not know the people that we are,
because it's very difficult to see
both you and me at once. And when I start
to form myself into a man that's me,

I'm lost inside the desert that I am.
Back when I knew you first, and knew you well,
I knew a girl who never gave a damn
about the man I wished to be. And hell,

I hardly did. But now, it's my desire
to find myself. It's also clear you've grown,
and really want to know me. Do not tire
in knowing this: if all we've ever shown

is that we're changers – shifting dunes of sand...
you're precious, even sifting through my hands.

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