Could it be

a folie à deux? You inspire
chapter and verse

then – back-turned and teary,
Hemingway-terse

claim it was me – oh dear –
who first made you feel

like an actual writer;
that our mission was real.

What a to do!
You lean on me and I on you:

a description
of a great passion,

or a familiar delusion?
But these days it’s fine;

if the bean-counters and ignorant
won’t see us in print

I could always self-publish
onscreen, online

– you review me on Amazon.
Why not stick

your story on Facebook,
and I’ll click to like?