A twist in my tale.

What are we,darling?
But fate’s fickle toys.
All wound up with no where to go.

What am I,darling?
But an accidental externality.
And you, the twist in my tale.

What are you,darling?
But a persistent presence,
Conspicuous only by absence.

Where are we, sweetheart?
Lost perchance.
Hidden within and considered without.

For, darling, what are we?
But I,the enchanted,
And you,the poison in my cup.

Inspired by ‘Cheers,darling’-Damien Rice.