Don't you

don't you hate it,
the way we are now,
like an old married couple,

literally seeing the same thing
from two different angles,

in different colours and shapes,

don't you just hate
how I always have to correct you,

how we don't understand each other,

despite all those years we've been
collaborating,

won't you understand
that I don't need you anymore?

dear old point-and shoot,
I'm sorry,
you're no good.