I poke and nudge
You do not budge
Sometimes you get up and saunter about
Making your way out
But you never really leave.
You smile the twinkle in your eye
I stagger.
I keep going in circles,
Dizzy, I swagger.
I bicker with self, a discussion oft heated
But here you are, most casually seated
In my heart of Hearts.

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