paddedpaws

You’ve changed.        We used to be able to. . .                We used to be able. . .                        We used to . . . You used to be. . .        somebody more like me, They each say, Words all arrayed, Encircling like a garland, Unhearing the echoes of their voices. Would you rather I stayed the same? Unseen as midnight? Did you hear me loudly then? Silence mistaken for speech? Hear more clearly now. Who changed you?        Who could it be? Was it them?        Who would dare? I never trusted them.        And why should you? You should have listened to me instead.        And yet? Who has changed me? Who so b