we are two vultures tearing at one corpse. dragging the carcass through packs of wild dogs, nipping our heels on the trail as we cut the air with our wings.

there are selfless lovers that envy the ties that bond us. even scavengers collaborate to strip the excess from decomposition, or other scavengers. we are a canker sore under their tongues, and the tongue that irritates it.

when one of us should fall behind, the other abandons and comes back for the scraps. selfishness provides at some point.

it is only when you lose that you gain the will to give.

then you will see that one is not abandoned by the other, it is retreated by both.