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We end up making all of these weird, unrealistic promises

As if, for the very first time, we see the color of bliss

the epicenter of existence 

or what is truly fundamental 

Suddenly, we appreciate one another 

The love there... is..

too much to swallow

so we spit it out the day after The Gathering

Long, forgotten arms hold us

Our past grudges- oh how we laugh about them now

How silly. Let's keep in touch dear. 

But we don't take down the phone numbers

We all scatter home afterwards 

We take our brief moments,

grieve in our own strange ways 

Start scrubbing away the grit of all

the memories we have of him

Now there is a burning resolve 

to live life as he did

but 

we don't really mean it