It was wrong
The way they were
Close and yet so far
The way they talked and laughed
The way they hugged and smiled
And the wrongness crept up on her
Stone weighed on her chest

They were wrong
As they sat together
Not quite right
But neither saying any reason why
And neither willing to quite admit
And the wrongness crept up on her
Static fuzzing in her mind

She was wrong
And maybe not she
But they, as they are them
They realized why 'they' were an error
They understood and yet
The wrongness wouldn't let them say
Cotton stuffed in their mouth

He was wrong
It wasn't a fit
The match would never be
He never understood them - and won't
He never made an effort to - and can't
He never felt the wrongness until the very end
Cloth tied over his eyes