Hey You

How does it feel?

You sitting there

Your newly found disposition

Your new lovers, so precocious,

your new values, no longer atrocious,

not to the crowd

you've assimilated to

so nicely

You know, that crowd

you've dissolved in,

surprisingly,

surmisingly, it seems, it must be,

lest the hate for them, which you had once known so well,

were as much a fad as any

of the obscure feelings

you claimed or denied to have towards me.