a sonnet in half steps

you were
in all fairness
                          i never knew you
                          for fair
the meltwater
glued to the ice
                          i was
                               the melting
i was the
blue architect
                          no you were
                          a matter of fact
you were the mud
                          i was the road
                         it was mud season
a marriage
between states
                         is pausing on a ledge
no
is a special case
                         that’s unfair
                         we were
unmade
                         made new
you blinked
                         you stared
we had a plan
                         a plan for you