reckoning

not knowing
that you turned 
to face the world
means for me
that suddenly
my seesaw falls,
my swing slows,
you win some
i lose some.
and its obvious
in the space of others
or embrace of others,
this schooling on 
sharing will
be my undoing.
at the other tipped
end of the balance
in a trance
i tumble into that
place and never
hit bottom.

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