Perspective

Back in school I learned
Perspective was something for art class
Straight edges and connecting lines
To find a vanishing point
Now I am old enough to know better
I don’t know where the lines are any more
Until I step over them or someone does
And it turns out there is an out of bounds
In a game I didn’t know was being played
And I was the game
Still it’s hard to draw a line
When it feels like someone has stepped over mine
Especially when that was someone was you
Even when you forgot about what you used to call
Brought-up-sy
And relied upon static lines on a screen to tell me
You were drawing a line between us
It was for good
And you were vanishing
From that point
What I had admired as your calm
Began to feel like disengagement
Your even temper like inattention
You might say
I changed my perspective unfairly
About the way you forgot my birthday
Pooh-poohed me
When I tried to tell you
There is no real mail delivery on this Rock
Yet wishful-thinkingly posted something I never ever got
Anyway
By now I guess it’s followed you to the vanishing point
And from this perspective I know
That sure is a funny way to get a message across

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