Looking Back
On Those
More "Perfect Days"
I Question Your Ability
To Perceive
With Accuracy...?
Are You So
Naive
That The Obvious
Disinigration
Between Two People
Just Dissipates
At The Slightest
Remembrance Of Your
Dreams?
Look Agian
To Recognize Those
Hopes Only Seemed
Worthwhile When At The Mercy
Of The Light Switch; Concealing
The Issues At Hand
Until At Last We Both Got
To The Place We Wanted To Be
And Put Back On our Clothes.

Consider the speaker of the poem and to whom she might be adressing...?