Which Eve
If I take you out to a restaurant,
do I have to make a reservation for three?
I don’t know what has come over you lately.
Sometimes, you are the calm and collected self.
Other times, I see a cantankerously vociferous malcontent.
Too often, there is an unexpected shift back and forth.
Which Eve will be the one to prevail?
In my quest for the true you, I believe I will fail.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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