How could you know the me of 23
to 33? I felt those seasons flow,
but if I spoke you weren’t heeding me.
How could you know?

We seldom argue, but I felt the blow
I heard you blurt with anger recently.
My ears and eyes advised me to bestow

(at least attempt) an earnest summary.
I hope benign intentions overthrow
impressions held a quarter century.
How could you know?