Poem #186 Is this still how it is…

Is this how you still look,

Amazing, as though you were meant to be perfect?

Is this how you still read a book,

Fast, as though you are addicted to it?

Is this how you still smile,

Hearty, as though the world is filled with only happiness?

Is this how you still run the mile,

Swift, as though you are impatient to reach to your success?

Is this how you still drink coffee,

Often, as though you need it to continue to breathe?

Is this how you still get angry,

Thunderous, as though it growls and makes you seethe?

Is this how you still adore me,

Irrevocably, as though I am all yours as you are all mine?

Is this how we are meant to be,

Apart, as though we are strangers and everything is fine?