I know you.
I know you better than you know you.
Your intricacies, your simplicities.
How your clock ticks and tocks.
The exact colors of your sunrise
And the time of your sunset.
When things go awry, I feel the turn of your compass
When you head South, I have no choice but to follow.
I know you better than I know myself
And the shame I feel from that knowledge
leaves me further lost, too far to be found.