Schrödinger’s Two Kittens

In my small box, it’s getting hot.
They tell us to enjoy our lot
now Schrödinger has picked us out
but honestly I sort of doubt
that this is some immense jackpot.

Are we in love? I quite forgot.
My healthy heart begins to rot
as you are all I think about
in my small box.

And in your box, you’re dead or not.
I’m in your mind or your blind spot
so all in hope and all in doubt
I’m trapped within and trapped without;
You love me and you love me not
in my small box.