Asymmetries

I’m thinking about you and you’re humming while cutting a piece of wood. I’m positive you aren’t thinking about me which is fine as long as you aren’t thinking about yourself. I know and love the way you inhabit this house and the occasions we mutually create. But I don’t know the man you picture when you see yourself walking around the world inside your head and I’m jealous of the attention you pay that person whom I suspect of being devious.