Who Are You Poem by Chris Zachariou

Dark purple, green and black
these are your colours of today.
But where is your light blue dress
and where is the child's laughter?

Together we reached for Parnassus.
Admit it, you know how much alike we are.
And weren't we both agitated pondering
on such an unlikely friendship?

You promised to show me your mind.
You invited me to take a look
"come in" you said. But when I did
and told you of my fascination with

all that lives inside your head,
you built walls and boundaries.
You shouted "stop, can you not
see you are crossing lines here? ".

Now your laughter is not gentle
and your voice is no longer clear.
Last time you really talked to me
there was so much anger in your voice.

I don't recognize you anymore.