Remember when we typed
Blurred words of ink on a page
Old typewriter, carbon paper
Later we couldn’t sort
Original from copy

I got annoyed by your lack
Of care for which was first
That hurt, so we laid them out
Page by page, side by side
Sought some form of order

For some reason the way round
Mattered the most to me
A contrast between start and finish
I couldn’t diminish my worry
You were indifferent