You’re no longer the same
As you were in the past.
After these 8 months
Of being apart.
How did you even
Morph into something
How did simple theory
Transform into these strings of formulae?
I don’t understand you.
But I suppose this is the real you
Revealing your true colours after putting on
That disguise for two years.
I thought I knew you but I don’t.
You’re a stranger now, Microecons.