going in circles.

You and me
are like night and day.
Addition and subtraction.
Hot and cold.
Every cliche, polar opposite.

Then why is it,
that we are drawn to each other
like the positive and negative
sides of a magnet?
We are the needle
to each other's thread.
The echo that resounds
back to a shout.

Why is it that your
hand fits perfectly in mine?

We don't make sense.
We never will.

So let's stop trying understand.