corresponsive

As correspondents,
we partake in shining gift
of perfect fit and no mistake.
For all misgiving that we find, 
we just assume the other had 
for their part no misgift in mind,
and open eyes correctually (no need
to open mind or heart) (at this late date!).
As we respond, we question thus and such
of we that rose in us, as bother, fuss 
or wonderstuff - and so, 

await the brave reply. We know
surprise inevitable, but also know 
surprise will fit in by degrees 
to make ideas whole. We only ever have 
idea of someone we know. But by and by 
in leaps, betimes - we know each 
corresponsible. 

So who owns this? The blame, the gift,
the credit we uplift to shine? Appears 
to be an accident. Okay. Let's call it 
both. Yours, 

mine.