it starts so late
it always ends early.
Do you remember the last time you cried?
How good did it feel to
let yourself be free
of restraint
for one brief
sob filled moment?
Neither Good Nor Bad (it just is)
We have gotten older inadvertently.
Seeing pictures of you now
it becomes easy to see.
There is a mutual past,
sitting there, waiting
further down the road,
hoping we'll come back
for a visit.
Those moments
served us best
in getting us here.
We have no need
for each other any longer.
The next time I see you
in the city,
we'll say hello
like two strangers
passing in the street.
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