head games

I no longer know
what I thought of you
once --
this foreign me
can see only
someone he doesn't 
recognize.
Perhaps you are no longer
the her that I
first fell for
or maybe it's just
that I am not 
the him that fell for her
or wanted to for so long.
My usual me
got quite used to
that particular you
never considering
what might happen when
all the rest of us showed up.
Or even, really,
suspecting that
we might be more than two.

        -acm (4/96)