An Incompatible Metaphor

When we were young and lovely, and in love,
and trying to identify the ways
that we were similar, as if to shove
conclusions we’d be soulmates all our days,
we little noticed difference in the haze
that passion wove around us and between.
We didn’t see your spending as a screen
against a need unmet, affection’s loss.
We neither understood what values mean,
or how you’d hide behind your money toss.

(Dizain)

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